MISTER MISTY-EYE — MINI MEETING 11.09

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Since the meeting, days passed like a shitshow. He was not quite feeling himself. Caesar's outcry, watching others attempt to justify and defend him, the fire caused by Pittians along with his promotion that caused half his problems, Bakugou wasn't feeling particularly patient with anything. He was either viewing situations too aggressively or too passively. Sometimes the smallest of things could get on his nerves that his training became violent, beating up parts of the forest because blacksmithing wasn't enough, while other times he felt a cold detachment towards situations - an outer body experience. The destroyed Tavern was a tipping point, where all his emotions begun to compile, swirl and transform, ready to explode. He was furious, anger overwhelming him that he felt nauseous trying to help bend the fire out, sickened of everyone and everything. He knew no one would let the act slide, knew that it was likely the island would decide to enact their own revenge, but he wasn't sure if he'd be able to keep himself contained. For all he knew, the male would likely go overboard. With their number of firebenders, it would be easy for them to set the entirety of The Pitt on fire. As far as he was concerned, they outnumbered them plenty that he was ready for a war to wipe out every last ass stain of a Pittian.

The call didn't surprise him, sanguine eyes turning towards The Tempest as he materialised towards her entrance, paws touching the wood and walking towards the main body of the ship. He was first here again, sitting down and waiting, expression unreadable. One, however, could still notice the tiredness on his face. There was an ache where he walked, a slight wobble to his balance. He felt...okay. He was fine but it was clear the young Quartermaster hadn't really been sleeping well for some time.