09-03-2018, 06:46 AM
[ ooc ] ooo, interesting writing style! it's really immersive. that being said, here lies bakugou's 100th post
Again it is that bell, that infuriating scream of metal clashing against metal. If strangers knew of the great annoyance those bells gave, perhaps there being a sign which politely notified everyone of the sound, one would have to be a complete masochist to dare tap the smooth gold. Perhaps they should situate black mambas at both walls and ask all foreigners to simply adopt the virtue of patience, wait for the casual passing Typhooner than aggressively ring a bell. It's been too many times that Bakugou has become enraged by the number of creatures who will repeatedly chime the obnoxious noise that he gave up coming all together, preferring to stay in his hut and just scream into a pile of animal rugs. Maybe he is just being dramatic though because this time, the sound of the bell is the same as it always has been - annoying but normalised within his mind, almost as if his brain could process the sound as being almost nonexistent, drowned out by the gentle hum of his thoughts.
Bakugou's eyes wander over the form of a lion, expression indifferent to his form. Now, one could come to correct Bakugou of his mislabeling but the privateer would only argue that the fem wasn't holding up a "she-her" poster above her, no neon-glowing lights to warn him that she identified herself as female. Still, the fiery male would judge the stranger as critically as possible, eyes half-squinted - getting there but not quite, almost condescending and detached of any emotions he may exchange with the feline. "Name's Bakugou," the ragdoll mutters his formalities, flicking an ear when he moves straight to business, "You rung the bell so what do you want?" He doesn't feel the need to ask for the lion's name in return for his. After all, if this turned out to be a mistake it was a waste of breath to have asked for the creature's name. Of course, Bakugou was in no mood for anyone to try and be funny by saying that they wanted a double decaf latte with mocha sprinkles in response to his rather impassioned 'what do you want' inquiry. He was willing to fry any smartass who tried it.
Again it is that bell, that infuriating scream of metal clashing against metal. If strangers knew of the great annoyance those bells gave, perhaps there being a sign which politely notified everyone of the sound, one would have to be a complete masochist to dare tap the smooth gold. Perhaps they should situate black mambas at both walls and ask all foreigners to simply adopt the virtue of patience, wait for the casual passing Typhooner than aggressively ring a bell. It's been too many times that Bakugou has become enraged by the number of creatures who will repeatedly chime the obnoxious noise that he gave up coming all together, preferring to stay in his hut and just scream into a pile of animal rugs. Maybe he is just being dramatic though because this time, the sound of the bell is the same as it always has been - annoying but normalised within his mind, almost as if his brain could process the sound as being almost nonexistent, drowned out by the gentle hum of his thoughts.
Bakugou's eyes wander over the form of a lion, expression indifferent to his form. Now, one could come to correct Bakugou of his mislabeling but the privateer would only argue that the fem wasn't holding up a "she-her" poster above her, no neon-glowing lights to warn him that she identified herself as female. Still, the fiery male would judge the stranger as critically as possible, eyes half-squinted - getting there but not quite, almost condescending and detached of any emotions he may exchange with the feline. "Name's Bakugou," the ragdoll mutters his formalities, flicking an ear when he moves straight to business, "You rung the bell so what do you want?" He doesn't feel the need to ask for the lion's name in return for his. After all, if this turned out to be a mistake it was a waste of breath to have asked for the creature's name. Of course, Bakugou was in no mood for anyone to try and be funny by saying that they wanted a double decaf latte with mocha sprinkles in response to his rather impassioned 'what do you want' inquiry. He was willing to fry any smartass who tried it.