09-24-2018, 04:51 AM
Bakugou knows very little about this Mirabella. When it came to his tasks, he tried his best to offer jobs that were tailored similarly to what he knew of the other's personality and yet, because she was a newcomer, the reaver was left to toss at various ideas. Cooking. He assumes it's something not easy to fuck up and would therefore be rather surprised should the fem prove to be incapable. He thought following recipes would be easy so long as she didn't do something stupid. That being said, he wouldn't have minded if the girl asked for another task. He might grumble and snarl because it would involve more brainpower in thinking up something creative but Bakugou, sooner or later, would have thought up something else for her. Maybe he would have asked her to set up gifts for Typhooners or hold a Q&A session to get to know her but the ragdoll had decided to place the girl a cooking class to see how she would cope. The pirates that inhabited the island all loved free food and most seemed to spend their time either pigging out in the tavern or making delights for others to enjoy.
When Bakugou had exited his hut after a long day of task giving, he recognised the newcomer begin to prepare for her weekly task. He doesn't look directly at her but there is a heaviness about the atmosphere, as if her aura were screaming a discomfort or uneasiness. The male does his best to ignore this, going about his business and leaving for a patrol. He doesn't like getting caught up in the affairs of other Typhooners. They all had their separate minds and anxieties and Bakugou can care less about how they think, feel or function. Everything is about him. The way he perceives the world through his sanguine eyes all depends on him. And yet always he finds himself latched onto dramas, arguing with others, growling at all sorts of 'injustices'. Bakugou sighs when he trods across the sand again, eyes noticing Mirabella was still there. She looked about finished and his suspicions are further confirmed when the girl announces her cooking class. Like a moth, he swivels and turns towards her. He's curious to see how she will go about her task, sitting down and tapping his tail. He does nothing to stifle back a yawn, gaze floating over the ingredients set aside. Sandwiches, he guesses.
When Bakugou had exited his hut after a long day of task giving, he recognised the newcomer begin to prepare for her weekly task. He doesn't look directly at her but there is a heaviness about the atmosphere, as if her aura were screaming a discomfort or uneasiness. The male does his best to ignore this, going about his business and leaving for a patrol. He doesn't like getting caught up in the affairs of other Typhooners. They all had their separate minds and anxieties and Bakugou can care less about how they think, feel or function. Everything is about him. The way he perceives the world through his sanguine eyes all depends on him. And yet always he finds himself latched onto dramas, arguing with others, growling at all sorts of 'injustices'. Bakugou sighs when he trods across the sand again, eyes noticing Mirabella was still there. She looked about finished and his suspicions are further confirmed when the girl announces her cooking class. Like a moth, he swivels and turns towards her. He's curious to see how she will go about her task, sitting down and tapping his tail. He does nothing to stifle back a yawn, gaze floating over the ingredients set aside. Sandwiches, he guesses.