11-07-2018, 05:12 AM
Bakugou snorts at the german shepherd, the canine in his direct line of fire. He already had a few premade truths or dares, finding the need to plan his next words because Truth or Dare wasn't exactly a game he liked the play. He struggled with why others found it fun, enjoyable to dare others to do stupid things, exciting to hear others choke on answers. To be honest, he was hoping the male would pick dare because he had a bone to pick with the raptor trainer. This would be a good excuse for him to watch the other suffer and do nothing about it, snarling in disappointment when the male picked truth because he didn't trust him. Well, the male wasn't wrong about that. But he still couldn't stifle a comment: "Coward." And he certainly felt right to have called Owen that when he said that he found Goldenluxury to be scarier than Pincher, flicking an ear curiously at the other's reasoning. He's never really witnessed the girl angry, or at least to the point that she was yelling and snarling. Was Bakugou intimidating? To children, maybe, but he knows many are used to his frequent outbursts that it wasn't scary anymore. The Typhoon has just come to accept that it was how the Reaver was.
Funnily enough, Bakugou had managed to get the game going, cocking a figurative brow when Owen had the initiative to continue by asking Seamus the next question. No one seemed to be picking dare and he had a feeling it was something to do with the unappetizing food on the table, the way some of them squirmed and still seemed to be alive. The male had picked truth, receiving a question that the ragdoll would not like to have received himself. Truth was, he didn't feel particularly close to anyone. He felt detached. Goldenluxury and Kirishima had been his main go-to's but since Goldie's amnesia and Kirishima's lack of presence in The Typhoon, he was beginning to feel lonely again. The only thing that accompanied him was routine, the only thing that made him feel sane. Before he realised it, however, he was drawn into the childish game. Truth or dare, Seamus had asked him. His ear twitches, "Dare." He wasn't going to be a coward like Owen and Seamus, refusing to appear meek and afraid of doing things that were uncomfortable. Besides, he wasn't very good at expressing what he was truly thinking. He was far better at venting in the midst of battle than just sitting down and talking about how he felt.
He bites his bottom lip, eyes shifting towards the tuna eyes. "Bad dare," he says, snorting at the male. To anyone else, the dare would have been awful. But the consumption of fish eyes in Japan wasn't uncommon. One time his mother had forced him to eat them when he was a child, claiming it'd make him smarter. Although it gave bad memories, he wasn't phased about eating the eyes. He walks towards the 'dish', sniffing it to ensure it wasn't foul smelling. Although the food being off wouldn't harm him considering his awfully high body temperature, he didn't want to eat anything that had been spoilt because it would leave a horrible taste in his mouth. It seemed fine, at least, the male taking all three at the same time for the sake of proving just how weak of a dare it'd been. He swallows, the slimy gooeyness rolling down his throat. He opens his mouth to prove he had consumed the fish eyes before shifting his attention to the next person to post. "Yo, truth or dare?"
Funnily enough, Bakugou had managed to get the game going, cocking a figurative brow when Owen had the initiative to continue by asking Seamus the next question. No one seemed to be picking dare and he had a feeling it was something to do with the unappetizing food on the table, the way some of them squirmed and still seemed to be alive. The male had picked truth, receiving a question that the ragdoll would not like to have received himself. Truth was, he didn't feel particularly close to anyone. He felt detached. Goldenluxury and Kirishima had been his main go-to's but since Goldie's amnesia and Kirishima's lack of presence in The Typhoon, he was beginning to feel lonely again. The only thing that accompanied him was routine, the only thing that made him feel sane. Before he realised it, however, he was drawn into the childish game. Truth or dare, Seamus had asked him. His ear twitches, "Dare." He wasn't going to be a coward like Owen and Seamus, refusing to appear meek and afraid of doing things that were uncomfortable. Besides, he wasn't very good at expressing what he was truly thinking. He was far better at venting in the midst of battle than just sitting down and talking about how he felt.
He bites his bottom lip, eyes shifting towards the tuna eyes. "Bad dare," he says, snorting at the male. To anyone else, the dare would have been awful. But the consumption of fish eyes in Japan wasn't uncommon. One time his mother had forced him to eat them when he was a child, claiming it'd make him smarter. Although it gave bad memories, he wasn't phased about eating the eyes. He walks towards the 'dish', sniffing it to ensure it wasn't foul smelling. Although the food being off wouldn't harm him considering his awfully high body temperature, he didn't want to eat anything that had been spoilt because it would leave a horrible taste in his mouth. It seemed fine, at least, the male taking all three at the same time for the sake of proving just how weak of a dare it'd been. He swallows, the slimy gooeyness rolling down his throat. He opens his mouth to prove he had consumed the fish eyes before shifting his attention to the next person to post. "Yo, truth or dare?"
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