11-04-2018, 02:52 AM
His eyes lock onto the savannah's in return, daring the male to fight him with no more but a displeased expression. Bakugou hadn't said anything wrong, it was likely others might have heard the yell, fearing that there may have been a killer on the loose. The Reaver had every right to be concerned. With The Pitt and their number of captures, picking pirates as if they were ripened berries, thinking that the shout was the result of a member being kidnapped was justifiable. He hadn't known the cry came from none other than Caesar, too groggy and tired himself. He's never even heard the other in so much panic and fear. "Paranoid." He let the words slip, tumbling the moment it appeared in his mind. Sanguine gaze stays fixated on the Officer before the ragdoll draws his attention away, not wishing to look at the shaken form of the usually grumpy male. It was concerning that the simple splatter of a fish could cause such a bloodcurdling cry, brows furrowing slightly but deciding not to push the other any further. He doubts he's needed here anyway. The Captain was capable enough and Caesar didn't need to be babied.
"I'm going to sleep then," the ragdoll mumbles, not caring to announce it loud enough. It was quiet enough to be heard if one wanted to pay specific attention to him, otherwise his words were lost with the wind. The male, calming himself, turns around and exits through the door. He doesn't understand the Officer. Heck, he hardly knew anything about him because he never took the time to understand his character. As far as he was concerned, he was trusted enough to be his superior, the closest thing to a leader considering they didn't have a quartermaster. His nose scrunches as the sound of his pawsteps echo through the ship, the male walking down the platform and rekindling with the sensation of sand beneath him. There were aspects of Caesar and Bakugou that were similar, but they were the aspects that would never get along with each other. Somehow, though, just somehow, they were able to live on the same island together. When he had first met the Officer, he genuinely thought him to be the worst of his problems. He was wrong about that, the two often sharing opinions. It bothered him but he let it happen. He would rather be accompanied by the likes of Caesar than one of the ferals.
"I'm going to sleep then," the ragdoll mumbles, not caring to announce it loud enough. It was quiet enough to be heard if one wanted to pay specific attention to him, otherwise his words were lost with the wind. The male, calming himself, turns around and exits through the door. He doesn't understand the Officer. Heck, he hardly knew anything about him because he never took the time to understand his character. As far as he was concerned, he was trusted enough to be his superior, the closest thing to a leader considering they didn't have a quartermaster. His nose scrunches as the sound of his pawsteps echo through the ship, the male walking down the platform and rekindling with the sensation of sand beneath him. There were aspects of Caesar and Bakugou that were similar, but they were the aspects that would never get along with each other. Somehow, though, just somehow, they were able to live on the same island together. When he had first met the Officer, he genuinely thought him to be the worst of his problems. He was wrong about that, the two often sharing opinions. It bothered him but he let it happen. He would rather be accompanied by the likes of Caesar than one of the ferals.