08-31-2018, 02:10 AM
Bakugou had always been an outsider in his own way, or at least disliked one way or another. It was just the vibe he gave off, the intoxicating aura which possessed his body and radiated an air of superior detachment. To make things worse, he was bound to swearing. He couldn't help that he felt oh-so passionate about his expression of words, an overwhelming will to stress his words. For that reason, he often felt a burdening loneliness which sat along his sternum, threatening to collapse his rib cage should he be suddenly aware that he was unhappy with this feeling. He simply couldn't it. He was fueled by a certain rage that made him both alive and disliked, a smoke which enshrouded him in anger. Then there was Bakugou's 'tough love'. He was never direct about his care for others. He expresses his 'love' through bitterness, swearing and growls. In an anime, he'd be called a 'tsundere' - cold, vicious and aloof, but so helplessly loving of the ones around him. He was fiercely loyal to The Typhoon and those who earned it. Nothing was as strong as his respect for others when they had gained it.
The ragdoll crunches his teeth together, pressing so hard that his molars begun to make his gums ache when he notices the stranger's special attention towards him. He felt that he was being judged or personally attacked, almost growling when the male's lips parted as if he was expecting an insult. No...he was only doing what Eijirou had asked of him. His ear flicks at the ridiculousness of the other's name: Baby. He better not be, Bakugou's mind wanders defensively, be attempting to make a joke of Bakugou and his friend. He was willing to fry this 'Baby' into ashes if that were the case. "Stay here," he echoes the dog with a scoff, rolling his flaming eyes before continuing, "Y'know this is The Typhoon right? We're pillagers, warbound, and full of drunk shitheads." A snarl rumbles from the hearth of his throat like as if it were filled with shifting coals. "Well that's not for me to say. You're in if you want in. Enjoy the fuckin' jungle juice while you're at it."
The ragdoll crunches his teeth together, pressing so hard that his molars begun to make his gums ache when he notices the stranger's special attention towards him. He felt that he was being judged or personally attacked, almost growling when the male's lips parted as if he was expecting an insult. No...he was only doing what Eijirou had asked of him. His ear flicks at the ridiculousness of the other's name: Baby. He better not be, Bakugou's mind wanders defensively, be attempting to make a joke of Bakugou and his friend. He was willing to fry this 'Baby' into ashes if that were the case. "Stay here," he echoes the dog with a scoff, rolling his flaming eyes before continuing, "Y'know this is The Typhoon right? We're pillagers, warbound, and full of drunk shitheads." A snarl rumbles from the hearth of his throat like as if it were filled with shifting coals. "Well that's not for me to say. You're in if you want in. Enjoy the fuckin' jungle juice while you're at it."