10-14-2018, 10:34 PM
Who gave Linux permission to give out weekly tasks? He doesn't look forward to this but he figures he may as well arrive to see how exactly the child would fare. Besides, he tells himself, if it was that bad then he just won't do it. Bakugou, as usual, arrived with the thick smell of burnt metal, a result of his blacksmithing when he was at home and had nothing else to do. It was perhaps his idea of relaxing, quietly forging weapons he would never use. He thought it to be quite ironic because he was always making them yet refused to test out combat with them. He decides to add a mental note for his next training session, approaching behind the line of members and looking rather sour. "Task then," he says reluctantly, not shying away from giving the girl eye-contact. He isn't exactly scared of Linux but he almost knows she'll give him something vexing.