11-03-2018, 06:21 AM
There were a stupid number of items that had been washed up the shore of The Typhoon. At this point, he was waiting for an entire supermarket to appear on their beach one day, full functioning with a well-staffed checkout. He isn't sure if he'd be surprised or laugh, but the result would be the same no matter how he reacted. The beaches of their island were strange, always vomiting something ridiculous into the sands and waiting for some lucky idiot to come across them, picking up and screaming 'finders keepers!'. Bakugou had yet to coincidentally come across anything but he supposed his perfectly intact and abandoned blacksmith hut was what the universe had been saving all his luck for, leading him to be able to master his craftsmanship. Well, on the topic of crafts, he wasn't blind to the sculptures that the sage appeared to be doing. He was honestly afraid to approach her at first, worried she would chase him down in the same of patching up his 'boo-boos' because he had no time to be justifying why he nearly barbecued a poor girl. At the same time, the nuisance of a raptor was there. He was in no mood to be hissed at by the reptile, ready to burn her if she so much at pretended to lunge at him. He didn't count her as a member.
Before he thought about it much further, his paws were already pulling him towards the macaroni sculptures. His eyes came to catch onto something the vaguely resembled Junji, only recognising that it was supposed to be the angel because of the large wings. He frowns a little, dropping his ears when he sees another one happened to be Masie. It was hard, however, to ignore the burnt markings. When he looked at one that seemed to look like himself, he was caught off guard before suddenly noticing all the blackened parts. He snorts, realising his one seemed to have the most. "Any reason why I'm the most burnt?" the Reaver asks, huffing in his own kind of amusement. He wasn't upset, merely prodding at the imperfections of her art as his fire-coated tail hovers calmly behind him. He was hoping the look of the flames would ward Masie away, seeing the way the child looked so excited made him a little anxious. He didn't want to deal with Owen, he hated hearing from the indominous rex because he enjoyed to annoy and belittle him. "If ya hated me that much, ya could just say it to my face," he adds to Technopaw, raising a figurative brow. If he was the playful type, he would perhaps even poke his tongue. Unfortunately, he was not.
Before he thought about it much further, his paws were already pulling him towards the macaroni sculptures. His eyes came to catch onto something the vaguely resembled Junji, only recognising that it was supposed to be the angel because of the large wings. He frowns a little, dropping his ears when he sees another one happened to be Masie. It was hard, however, to ignore the burnt markings. When he looked at one that seemed to look like himself, he was caught off guard before suddenly noticing all the blackened parts. He snorts, realising his one seemed to have the most. "Any reason why I'm the most burnt?" the Reaver asks, huffing in his own kind of amusement. He wasn't upset, merely prodding at the imperfections of her art as his fire-coated tail hovers calmly behind him. He was hoping the look of the flames would ward Masie away, seeing the way the child looked so excited made him a little anxious. He didn't want to deal with Owen, he hated hearing from the indominous rex because he enjoyed to annoy and belittle him. "If ya hated me that much, ya could just say it to my face," he adds to Technopaw, raising a figurative brow. If he was the playful type, he would perhaps even poke his tongue. Unfortunately, he was not.