09-07-2018, 09:08 AM
He's not the proudest person out there but there is certainly a narcissism which envelops him. He'd like to think he is beyond the troubles of life, that the world was trying to steal his fire and beat him in this game by changing and reforming the rules which confined him. Bakugou can never imagine himself intentionally running away from a situation unless it were part of a winning plan itself. It was a desire for accomplishment, a sense of pride. All he really wants is the acknowledgement of his crewmates, for them to believe in his strength and anger. When it comes to this idea of homelessness, all he can remember was his first weeks in this wretched landscape. He felt lost with no ambition, only nightmares of a past he felt embarrassed to have even remembered. His flaw was that he didn't trust easily but when he dared to trust others, his guard went down miles away that any act of betrayal hits him like a truck. He has to remind himself, however, that it wasn't Kirishima's fault. No, he shouldn't have let his friend ever be alone. None of them would have died. Would he have preferred to live in a world without him? His selfish side says yes, his selfish side knew just how gifted he was.
He rolls his eyes when he hears the irritating ringing of bells but grows immediately annoyed at the voice of a female shouting among the metal clangs, rudely and obnoxiously calling through the blare of noise. "Oh look, an impatient bitch," the ragdoll would snide at the feline, rumbling a growl from his throat. When he sees her, she looks similar to him. They were both cream-furred ragdolls. The only difference, however, were their eyes. His were sanguine, a deep red. Hers were green, an earthly tone. Still, the male doesn't hesitate to pick a fight with anyone should they piss him off on first impression. "It's pretty fuckin' redundant to ring the bell and shout over it at the same time - bloody stupid. I'm surprised your dumb luck even led you to ring the bell that doesn't trigger the black mambas to maul you." Well, as much as he wished his high position would allow him to yell and verbally abuse anyone he came across, he still had to fulfill his job. "Well, this is The Typhoon - blah, blah, blah. The fuck do you want here?"
He rolls his eyes when he hears the irritating ringing of bells but grows immediately annoyed at the voice of a female shouting among the metal clangs, rudely and obnoxiously calling through the blare of noise. "Oh look, an impatient bitch," the ragdoll would snide at the feline, rumbling a growl from his throat. When he sees her, she looks similar to him. They were both cream-furred ragdolls. The only difference, however, were their eyes. His were sanguine, a deep red. Hers were green, an earthly tone. Still, the male doesn't hesitate to pick a fight with anyone should they piss him off on first impression. "It's pretty fuckin' redundant to ring the bell and shout over it at the same time - bloody stupid. I'm surprised your dumb luck even led you to ring the bell that doesn't trigger the black mambas to maul you." Well, as much as he wished his high position would allow him to yell and verbally abuse anyone he came across, he still had to fulfill his job. "Well, this is The Typhoon - blah, blah, blah. The fuck do you want here?"