09-24-2018, 05:03 AM
Keona wouldn't be the first to dislike or hate a task Bakugou had given. Heck, he had purposely given Caesar a job in compliments-giving, something that contrasted deeply with the savannah's usual character. He didn't feel the least bit bad about it, far too amused at the time when he had given it to the male who tried not to snarl back at him. Truthfully, he wonders if Caesar simply took it because the Captain had been around, witnessing everything that revolved around the cream-fur ragdoll. Regardless, hearing about the male's successful booth had been a nice change. On the topic of Keona, however, he had plenty of other things he could have suggested but they were dangerous tasks. He would not wish to be inconvenienced by the lecturing of Typhooners should the blind girl happen to be maimed by one of the raptors. He never ending up giving out that task, actually. He didn't think anyone would be brave enough to take it up, or smart enough to not get mauled by the sharp teeth and claws of prehistoric reptiles. Regardless, how Keona felt about the reaver doesn't concern him. It would be nice to be liked or adored but such things were difficult when it came to Bakugou.
If the girl ever came to him with her concerns about Bakugou directing attention to her eyes, the male would not be able to comprehend why. This was because he found that it was simple fact. The truth was that one would always be singled out for their differences, it was simply a matter of accepting them and moving on. Bakugou had thought that if he made the girl host a class on blindness that it would turn the condition into its own kind of advantage. Apparently not but the male is still naive to this when he approaches, pleased to see the basket of blindfolds and the growing group of Typhooners. Victor and Linux. Not his favourite band of pirates but the reaver continues to walk over anyway, sitting down and twitching an ear. "Joining," he hums rather calmly. He still remembers the way the girl had so bravely scaled a tree, unsure whether or not to be impressed by her. Although blindly climbing a tree should be considered a feat, the girl had been blind all her life. How much of an achievement was it actually? After all, Bakugou had heard of deaf pianists.
If the girl ever came to him with her concerns about Bakugou directing attention to her eyes, the male would not be able to comprehend why. This was because he found that it was simple fact. The truth was that one would always be singled out for their differences, it was simply a matter of accepting them and moving on. Bakugou had thought that if he made the girl host a class on blindness that it would turn the condition into its own kind of advantage. Apparently not but the male is still naive to this when he approaches, pleased to see the basket of blindfolds and the growing group of Typhooners. Victor and Linux. Not his favourite band of pirates but the reaver continues to walk over anyway, sitting down and twitching an ear. "Joining," he hums rather calmly. He still remembers the way the girl had so bravely scaled a tree, unsure whether or not to be impressed by her. Although blindly climbing a tree should be considered a feat, the girl had been blind all her life. How much of an achievement was it actually? After all, Bakugou had heard of deaf pianists.