10-15-2018, 04:22 AM
He used to do that too. He used to boil people down to the enemies and the people – the ones he was supposed to fight and the ones he was supposed to protect. He thought it was so easy, so simple. But at some point, it starts to become apparent that the world consists of too many grey areas. He was one of them. His methods of saving, of ‘heroing’, were questionable. They thought him to be an antihero, infamously unconventional, much scarier than a villain on their own. Perhaps it was because he was supposed to be one of the good guys. He’s too intimidating, too rash about what he wants. Manners are hard for him to use as well. It’s awkward trying to be nice because strangely enough, he’s always been rather genuine. He hates being dishonest. It was to the point that he was comfortable with being rude to strangers. He would rather give them a true image of himself than present a hospitable persona, as if he were a good person. Bakugou doesn’t like to disappoint.
It took him longer than he should have to realise the other male’s breaths, the aggression which begun to radiate from the feral creature. He wonders if part of the hostility that was beginning to leak from the foreigner’s skin was due to fear. Bakugou had existed to fight. He longed for battle, the sensation of being within combat – aerial or not. At this moment, he can almost feel a fight or flight moment surging within the male. The ragdoll tries to remain calm, still approaching and closing in the space between them to help with the other’s bleeding that he was no longer on guard. All he can do is pitifully stare at the raising of their arm, slamming down towards him. He feels his own balance slip, gravity overtaking him as he hits the ground with a thud, choking for air. Bakugou clenches his teeth together. The attack could have been worse. It would have been more powerful had the male not been in this state but now his back feels sore.
It's easy to let anger overtake him. The ragdoll growls in return, glaring at the tiger who looked now hazy in his vision. He hadn’t responded to Bakugou’s initial question, moved in to immediately attack him despite his state. Was he perhaps…deaf? Or maybe more of a foreigner than the other ones, one that can’t speak English. Well, he won’t try speaking Japanese to see if it would work out. Truthfully, he was rather mad. He hates being taken advantage of, about to raise his head when he realizes that the tiger was likely going to attempt the same aggression on him. He’ll have to do things forcefully and Bakugou has never had a problem with that when he launches from his hind legs, using his flames to boost him forward with more force, and attempt to slam against his side. Knowing his smaller size would affect his strength compared to his difficult for the Reaver, he then uses a veil of mild flames to conceal his position as he moves around to attempt to hit him over his head to knock him out. He can’t risk hurting the male. Not now, at least, while someone was fetching a medic.
If this was to work, he’d wait at the spot more cautious and guarded than he had been before. He was quietly sulking, annoyed that he had let himself get hit and rolling his limb against his shoulder blade, knowing that the area was going to bruise and be a complete bitch when he decides to go blacksmithing next.
[ ooc ] screams it's okay i'm late too. i was trying to gather muse to match yours but this will do i guess <33
It took him longer than he should have to realise the other male’s breaths, the aggression which begun to radiate from the feral creature. He wonders if part of the hostility that was beginning to leak from the foreigner’s skin was due to fear. Bakugou had existed to fight. He longed for battle, the sensation of being within combat – aerial or not. At this moment, he can almost feel a fight or flight moment surging within the male. The ragdoll tries to remain calm, still approaching and closing in the space between them to help with the other’s bleeding that he was no longer on guard. All he can do is pitifully stare at the raising of their arm, slamming down towards him. He feels his own balance slip, gravity overtaking him as he hits the ground with a thud, choking for air. Bakugou clenches his teeth together. The attack could have been worse. It would have been more powerful had the male not been in this state but now his back feels sore.
It's easy to let anger overtake him. The ragdoll growls in return, glaring at the tiger who looked now hazy in his vision. He hadn’t responded to Bakugou’s initial question, moved in to immediately attack him despite his state. Was he perhaps…deaf? Or maybe more of a foreigner than the other ones, one that can’t speak English. Well, he won’t try speaking Japanese to see if it would work out. Truthfully, he was rather mad. He hates being taken advantage of, about to raise his head when he realizes that the tiger was likely going to attempt the same aggression on him. He’ll have to do things forcefully and Bakugou has never had a problem with that when he launches from his hind legs, using his flames to boost him forward with more force, and attempt to slam against his side. Knowing his smaller size would affect his strength compared to his difficult for the Reaver, he then uses a veil of mild flames to conceal his position as he moves around to attempt to hit him over his head to knock him out. He can’t risk hurting the male. Not now, at least, while someone was fetching a medic.
If this was to work, he’d wait at the spot more cautious and guarded than he had been before. He was quietly sulking, annoyed that he had let himself get hit and rolling his limb against his shoulder blade, knowing that the area was going to bruise and be a complete bitch when he decides to go blacksmithing next.
[ ooc ] screams it's okay i'm late too. i was trying to gather muse to match yours but this will do i guess <33