09-03-2018, 06:22 AM
He's not one for social events and he's never been able to understand why creatures were all so willing to prepare and host them. They seemed like a waste of time, a weak excuse to socialise with the ones around them. Sometimes he imagines that the reason as to why there was food as a party was to lure and bribe people to stay around for a little longer, to fill in the gaps and make a crowd. Bakugou had, in fact, nearly forgotten about the party that Goldenluxury was hosting and while the male would naturally seek to help the Dealer in any way he could, he was bored by the very idea of a kind gesture. It was only the smell of hot meats that begin to arouse his attention, sanguine eyes flickering by the reminder. The bengal has always seemed too dedicated to Bakugou and thinking of the way the girl must run back and forth, trying to get everything done in time from food to decorations to gifts, makes him feel insanely exhausted.
Well, to show at least some appreciation, Bakugou rises to his feet and takes the effort to look at least semi-decent. Other than a few flicks of rogue hair and his scent of burnt metal, he deems himself ready to leave his hut, striding outside and taking a whiff of the air for any Roseblood scent. He's tempted to go back inside. Maybe he can have his own party consisting of only himself, sit there and roast meats and chilis by the fire. He can't say he's really in the mood for social interaction but he lugs himself anyway, in fear that he may change his mind altogether. It doesn't take him long to reach there, raising a figurative brow when he sees an unfamiliar lion (most likely one of their allies) attempt to interact with their Dealer. His eyes don't stay fixated on the Roseblood for long though, moving directly to the snacks table to skim his eyes over the assortment. They were foods he hadn't seen in a long time that he felt that he was craving for them. With little self control he begins to help himself to a bit of everything, mainly steering clear of the crackers and candies. Bakugou flashes a glance to the bengal, giving her a toothy grin to thank her for her work.
Well, to show at least some appreciation, Bakugou rises to his feet and takes the effort to look at least semi-decent. Other than a few flicks of rogue hair and his scent of burnt metal, he deems himself ready to leave his hut, striding outside and taking a whiff of the air for any Roseblood scent. He's tempted to go back inside. Maybe he can have his own party consisting of only himself, sit there and roast meats and chilis by the fire. He can't say he's really in the mood for social interaction but he lugs himself anyway, in fear that he may change his mind altogether. It doesn't take him long to reach there, raising a figurative brow when he sees an unfamiliar lion (most likely one of their allies) attempt to interact with their Dealer. His eyes don't stay fixated on the Roseblood for long though, moving directly to the snacks table to skim his eyes over the assortment. They were foods he hadn't seen in a long time that he felt that he was craving for them. With little self control he begins to help himself to a bit of everything, mainly steering clear of the crackers and candies. Bakugou flashes a glance to the bengal, giving her a toothy grin to thank her for her work.