10-12-2018, 12:39 AM
It's a well known fact that Bakugou doesn't like children. He wouldn't spend an ounce of time playing with them. Tolerating their presence on the island was more than enough of a pain in the ass for him. And yet he can't simply pretend they don't exist. They populated the island the same way the raptors did, poking their heads out to remind himself they indeed existed and running about the island chasing all kinds of 'prey' and playing games. From the looks of it, Bakugou can see from the distance that they are playing a game of tag. He tries not to scowl, knowing he needs to pass through Baracuda Bay to get to somewhere isolated and peaceful. And yet, one of the children whizzes pass him, clearly not having noticed Bakugou's intense and vexed aura walking across the beach. He looks to Victor, flicking an ear in the sled dog's direction. The alabaster male almost seems to be enjoying whatever shenanigans the kids were up to. Now that he thinks about it, the ragdoll has begun to notice that Victor seemed to possess many playful and childish qualities. The difference was that Victor was overly tolerant of Bakugou's feisty behaviour.
"They don't need supervising," Bakugou irritably says to Victor, hearing the other check up on them and wondering if they were 'having fun'. The Reaver rolls and his eyes and snorts, "If they fall on their face it's their own fuckin' fault. Let them learn."
"They don't need supervising," Bakugou irritably says to Victor, hearing the other check up on them and wondering if they were 'having fun'. The Reaver rolls and his eyes and snorts, "If they fall on their face it's their own fuckin' fault. Let them learn."