10-14-2018, 10:59 PM
Keep them separate, he repeats in his head. He was actually considering the viability of Thea's words and now he realises the girl might not be as stupid as he initially viewed her to be. A buffet, or at least offering choice of what others wanted to put on their plate, was a pretty neat idea. Most dishes Bakugou had seen in The Typhoon had already been pre-assembled, put into their decorative and aesthetically pleasing forms to be consumed by pirates. Had Thea actually assembled her food that way, Bakugou might have actually tried it. This, of course, was only left to the realm of possibilities. He raises a figurative brow when Thea calls him "mister" as if he deserved respect. Pah, well, as much as he says he wants respect, it didn't really mean he should have been given it. It will all go to his head, touch on his superiority complex that was currently dormant, ashamed to come out because of what had happened between him and Luca - a crushing defeat.
He looks at Cronas in concern when they ask to taste the newcomer's food but doesn't say anything to stop them. He doesn't know or care about Cronas, but watches the other curiously when Thea sloppily plates the food and gives it to them. Then it was Victor, stating that it looked wonderful and snorting at the canine's comment. "Stop lyin'," the Reaver says, rolling his eyes when the male said he wanted to try the food. He agrees with the fact that food didn't have to look good to taste nice but he still isn't fond of white lies - any form of dishonesty was bound to put Bakugou hot on your trail. "Hmph: got a deathwish, Victor?" The Reaver wasn't going to hide that he found the look of Thea's cooking to be dangerously unappealing, as if you were bound to choke on an invisible chicken bone or drown in the goop that was her food. He was judgmental and he wasn't going to do anything to hide it either.
He looks at Cronas in concern when they ask to taste the newcomer's food but doesn't say anything to stop them. He doesn't know or care about Cronas, but watches the other curiously when Thea sloppily plates the food and gives it to them. Then it was Victor, stating that it looked wonderful and snorting at the canine's comment. "Stop lyin'," the Reaver says, rolling his eyes when the male said he wanted to try the food. He agrees with the fact that food didn't have to look good to taste nice but he still isn't fond of white lies - any form of dishonesty was bound to put Bakugou hot on your trail. "Hmph: got a deathwish, Victor?" The Reaver wasn't going to hide that he found the look of Thea's cooking to be dangerously unappealing, as if you were bound to choke on an invisible chicken bone or drown in the goop that was her food. He was judgmental and he wasn't going to do anything to hide it either.