10-10-2018, 08:58 PM
When it comes to Bakugou, The Typhoon was split into two halves. There were the ones that stood out, that frequently grasped his attention and were therefore the ones of which he could name and recognise within his daily routine. On the other side of the spectrum, there were the ones he called extras - the lowlifes of the group, the bulk whose faces became part of a blurred mesh, filling in the backdrop with their murmurs and fulfilling a single purpose of making The Typhoon looked busy. This stranger, this unnamed stranger, was one of those extras to Bakugou. Of course, he pays little mind to him as the Reaver continues to haul a rather large rock across the beach with a sled-like structure. It was big enough that the ragdoll could pull it but it was tiresome considering the distance he had traveled to find the perfect rock to forge with. Of course, the big shame in this was that he didn't have earth elementals (or at least that's what he thought - not realising that part of the reason he's able to move it with his size was because of it helping him).
He isn't exactly averted to ask the unknown pirate to help him either. Although he's never liked to be assisted with task, preferring to go about his business in his own way and individually, he's acknowledged his limitations. He's a feline, a rather large domestic feline but not as big and strong as the rest of The Typhoon. Blacksmithing contributed a lot to his muscular build but he is also lean and agile from battle and would rather let his body stay this way. It only meant that frequently carrying heavy weights would begin to burden him and he would rather not be sore before he even started smithing. For that reason, his eyes lock onto the first Typhooner he sees: a canine. Now that he looked at the other male properly, Bakugou begun to notice that he was much younger than he had originally thought. He's not close enough to the other to properly decipher the other's age either. Probably around his age, maybe younger or older? It's too hard to tell how old animals are.
"Yo, extra," Bakugou yells in the wolf's direction, waving his fire-coated tail that was smoking behind him. To anyone, it would look like his ass was on fire but sooner or later others would begin to realise it was just how he looked - like an idiot with his ass on fire. The ragdoll's sanguine eyes quickly skim across the male's features, noting the muscles which lined the other's bones and shape. Then, so not to continue wastefully shouting, he begins to walk closer to the socially inept stranger before adding: "Stop starin' at the ocean and pull this rock to my hut. The ocean ain't goin' nowhere." Promptly, the creamfurred Reaver points towards his hut nearby the beach before looking back at the other, tapping his paw impatiently. Bakugou doesn't really like to wait, nor has he ever formed any manners. He's not used to asking others for help, instead turning his words into demands and expectations for others to complete. "And you can thank me later for lettin' you not look like a useless husk on the beach."
He isn't exactly averted to ask the unknown pirate to help him either. Although he's never liked to be assisted with task, preferring to go about his business in his own way and individually, he's acknowledged his limitations. He's a feline, a rather large domestic feline but not as big and strong as the rest of The Typhoon. Blacksmithing contributed a lot to his muscular build but he is also lean and agile from battle and would rather let his body stay this way. It only meant that frequently carrying heavy weights would begin to burden him and he would rather not be sore before he even started smithing. For that reason, his eyes lock onto the first Typhooner he sees: a canine. Now that he looked at the other male properly, Bakugou begun to notice that he was much younger than he had originally thought. He's not close enough to the other to properly decipher the other's age either. Probably around his age, maybe younger or older? It's too hard to tell how old animals are.
"Yo, extra," Bakugou yells in the wolf's direction, waving his fire-coated tail that was smoking behind him. To anyone, it would look like his ass was on fire but sooner or later others would begin to realise it was just how he looked - like an idiot with his ass on fire. The ragdoll's sanguine eyes quickly skim across the male's features, noting the muscles which lined the other's bones and shape. Then, so not to continue wastefully shouting, he begins to walk closer to the socially inept stranger before adding: "Stop starin' at the ocean and pull this rock to my hut. The ocean ain't goin' nowhere." Promptly, the creamfurred Reaver points towards his hut nearby the beach before looking back at the other, tapping his paw impatiently. Bakugou doesn't really like to wait, nor has he ever formed any manners. He's not used to asking others for help, instead turning his words into demands and expectations for others to complete. "And you can thank me later for lettin' you not look like a useless husk on the beach."