11-10-2018, 07:23 AM
No, Bakugou hadn't noticed the other male's absence. Since heading off to train, he wasn't up to date with the events running within The Typhoon and the members who came and went. Then, with his return, a meeting came shortly after the male was settling back into his island-life that he was only filled with stress and inconveniences. There was the mess of an announcement that led him to be the unsuspecting second Quartermaster of The Typhoon, not expecting himself to have skipped the rank of Officer entirely and leading him into a scuffle with Caesar who was clearly unimpressed with the Captain's decision. Now that he had thought about it, the entire situation had resulted from the demon's power-hungry and petty nature. The male's tantrum only solidified why the savannah cat wasn't receiving the responsibility as Pincher's second-in-command any time soon, ironic considering the other was simply demanding it to happen. Still, the feelings still stayed: he didn't feel worthy. It didn't sound right. Quartermaster Bakugou sounded off.
Although he hadn't noticed the husky's absence, he didn't forget about Victor. He remembered the sled dog, having interacted with the ugg-boot loving male a number of times to feel comfortable to just approach him for no reason. While the other had the tendency to try and draw him into his stupid games, he was always doing something interesting enough for him to criticise and judge. His ears fold slightly when he overhears Feliks' summary of what had happened, particularly at the fact that the griffon had mentioned his promotion. "Careful. If Pissfur hears that you went visiting your family, he might try to burn your ass," the ragdoll then comments, hearing Victor mention why he had disappeared to begin with. He remembers the time Marco had left for family business and Caesar threatened him for not being loyal. It was interesting considering how lax The Typhoon was themselves about having visitors. Marco wasn't exactly a member. From the beginning he remembered that the angel had asked just to stay for some time, not join. Alas, not everyone remembered details perfectly. Heck, Bakugou only ever remembered the strangest of unneeded details.
He glares at Owen, unimpressed. He was still bitter that the male was trying to lick Caesar's paws, remembering how he had failed to insult him considering Caesar thought the 'sir blasty' comment was directed to the Officer himself. "You have no taste in interesting conversations," he says with a roll of his eyes, finally tossing his sanguine gaze back to the sled dog. "Well now that you've got your whole 'I'm back' shit out of the way, get your ass back in line and do some work, slacker." He thought Victor to simply have too much free-time or at least, by the looks of it, far too lax.
Although he hadn't noticed the husky's absence, he didn't forget about Victor. He remembered the sled dog, having interacted with the ugg-boot loving male a number of times to feel comfortable to just approach him for no reason. While the other had the tendency to try and draw him into his stupid games, he was always doing something interesting enough for him to criticise and judge. His ears fold slightly when he overhears Feliks' summary of what had happened, particularly at the fact that the griffon had mentioned his promotion. "Careful. If Pissfur hears that you went visiting your family, he might try to burn your ass," the ragdoll then comments, hearing Victor mention why he had disappeared to begin with. He remembers the time Marco had left for family business and Caesar threatened him for not being loyal. It was interesting considering how lax The Typhoon was themselves about having visitors. Marco wasn't exactly a member. From the beginning he remembered that the angel had asked just to stay for some time, not join. Alas, not everyone remembered details perfectly. Heck, Bakugou only ever remembered the strangest of unneeded details.
He glares at Owen, unimpressed. He was still bitter that the male was trying to lick Caesar's paws, remembering how he had failed to insult him considering Caesar thought the 'sir blasty' comment was directed to the Officer himself. "You have no taste in interesting conversations," he says with a roll of his eyes, finally tossing his sanguine gaze back to the sled dog. "Well now that you've got your whole 'I'm back' shit out of the way, get your ass back in line and do some work, slacker." He thought Victor to simply have too much free-time or at least, by the looks of it, far too lax.