11-03-2018, 05:33 AM
[ ooc ] pretending bakugou returned before they left for halloween fdlkjfsdkls
He doesn't usually have a problem with saying 'no'. It was easy to let those words slip from his sharp tongue, echo with passion and anger, laced with rage and frustrations. Rejection wasn't difficult. It was only when other things had to be accounted for, the aspects and motives that he had to calculate. It was annoying to have to so quickly consider loss and gain, annoying because part of him wanted to move on instinct as if he were a feral beast. Some must have thought it was a surprise that Bakugou was more of the calculating than the brash type. Usually when he jumped into situations on impulse, the adrenaline let his mind rush and flood through a series of thoughts and intentions, but it didn't always work out. He was the adaptive type, combat was all he knew. Sometimes it made him feel like a fish out of water when he did anything else, suffocating and struggling to survive, living in a realm he had not been destined for. His lips pressed together, wafting the familiar scent and remembering that the hellion was Luciferus. It wasn't hard to forget that the dragon had other forms, wondering if the male enjoyed the feeling of being large and intimidating that he was always in the form of a beast.
A vampire. He thought it was strange for the creature to want to dress up, not quite imagining that the Officer would ever do it but also realising that it was totally something the other would do. He was too calm, Bakugou thought, too family-friendly. He knew immediately that Lucifer planned on going trick or treating, not requiring any context to understand because the costume made it all too obvious. The ragdoll still stood on the same opinion about Halloween - he didn't care. He doesn't see a point in dressing up for the occasion, deciding that it was meaningless because he didn't like sweets. If he wanted to trick or egg someone's house, he would do so anyway. "Yo Lucifer, where're you goin'?" the Reaver asks coolly, striding towards the male. He feels less tense around the older male, it was likely because he was in a smaller form or perhaps it was because he realised Lucifer to be one giant, animated marshmallow. It didn't hurt to ask the creature where he was going too, it was important to keep tabs. "Y'know, if ya really wanted to get into the spirit of Halloween, ya could have just gone as yourself."
He doesn't usually have a problem with saying 'no'. It was easy to let those words slip from his sharp tongue, echo with passion and anger, laced with rage and frustrations. Rejection wasn't difficult. It was only when other things had to be accounted for, the aspects and motives that he had to calculate. It was annoying to have to so quickly consider loss and gain, annoying because part of him wanted to move on instinct as if he were a feral beast. Some must have thought it was a surprise that Bakugou was more of the calculating than the brash type. Usually when he jumped into situations on impulse, the adrenaline let his mind rush and flood through a series of thoughts and intentions, but it didn't always work out. He was the adaptive type, combat was all he knew. Sometimes it made him feel like a fish out of water when he did anything else, suffocating and struggling to survive, living in a realm he had not been destined for. His lips pressed together, wafting the familiar scent and remembering that the hellion was Luciferus. It wasn't hard to forget that the dragon had other forms, wondering if the male enjoyed the feeling of being large and intimidating that he was always in the form of a beast.
A vampire. He thought it was strange for the creature to want to dress up, not quite imagining that the Officer would ever do it but also realising that it was totally something the other would do. He was too calm, Bakugou thought, too family-friendly. He knew immediately that Lucifer planned on going trick or treating, not requiring any context to understand because the costume made it all too obvious. The ragdoll still stood on the same opinion about Halloween - he didn't care. He doesn't see a point in dressing up for the occasion, deciding that it was meaningless because he didn't like sweets. If he wanted to trick or egg someone's house, he would do so anyway. "Yo Lucifer, where're you goin'?" the Reaver asks coolly, striding towards the male. He feels less tense around the older male, it was likely because he was in a smaller form or perhaps it was because he realised Lucifer to be one giant, animated marshmallow. It didn't hurt to ask the creature where he was going too, it was important to keep tabs. "Y'know, if ya really wanted to get into the spirit of Halloween, ya could have just gone as yourself."