twenty-four hours from tulsa // return

[Grey]

His ears...hurt. He was being abused with sound alone, irritably twitching when he heard the dreadful singing, the voice that dared to form such words. To be honest, even if the stranger had perfect pitch, he wouldn't want to hear it. It would still annoy him, but perhaps not to this current level. He just wanted to hunt down whoever they were and sear their vocal cords, collapse their lungs. It was worse than the sound of ringings bells, the frustrating clangs that pierced his ears. Energetic, far too energetic. The way she spoke felt as if all the energy in his body was being sapped away, his own life force weakening, it was killing him just to notice her form amongst the number of dead birds. If it weren't for the presence of other pirates, he would have attacked Georgie without a second thought. He would have sought to injure her beyond repair, infuriated by the unwelcomed noise. He rolls his eyes at Luciferus' comment on the girl's singing, snorting because it was obvious that everyone hated it. "Your singing is shit," he states plainly, rubbing his ear with a paw as if to extenuate how painful it was to hear. "Hey, no one else was going to say it so I said it. You're fuckin' welcome." His brows furrow, lip raised in a snarl, daring for someone to say otherwise and lie that he was wrong.

He looks at the corpses of the avians, likely killed by... - "I wouldn't be surprised if those birds killed themselves because of how bad your voice is." As of late, the Reaver was avoiding unnecessary conflicts with others. He was even being well behaved when it came to the likes of allies, strongly disliking having to interact with outside groups. It was this moment, however, that Bakugou was far too irritated to worry about what consequences his rude comments would reap. It was very much possible that Georgie would come to hate him forever, perhaps become as annoying as Masie or Linux. When Bakugou reached this level of vexation, nothing could stop him running his mouth and saying all sorts of things. It was a good thing he wasn't telling her to go drown herself or die but he definitely wasn't saying anything nice to her. As usual, he didn't welcome the girl back. He didn't need to considering the welcome party she was getting. What a lucky, lucky nuisance.