11-10-2018, 08:00 AM
The idea of jumping into a fireball to save a stranger was a stupid decision to him. While it would have been his job to fight villains in his old world, he didn't once think of it for the sake of protecting the people. No, he saw it as a battle for dominance, to assert his strength among those who tried to break the hierarchy and rebel against society. It was a place for reckoning, to prove his worthiness for being alive. To risk so much for a stranger wasn't worth it, especially when in the end Peppino had gotten injured and the stranger had to leave. While it was part of Bakugou's fault for shooing the other away, he knew there was no way in hell the wanderer would be given an easy welcome. He would have been chased out even if they had initially allowed him in. The tensions between The Pitt and The Typhoon had been too high that it was near impossible for the male to even be able to take another foot into the territory. Besides, as far as the Quartermaster was concerned, Caesar probably didn't care if he had to burn Peppino in the process. He was sure that if it came to it, the male would let them both cremate together in a fit of anger that the stranger even had the audacity to plead his case.
The child's response almost caught him off-guard, the male visibly flinching but only mildly. His smile reminded him a little of Junji, bothered that healers were usually so kind and selfless. He didn't like it because it meant they had no drive to protect themselves. That in itself, Bakugou thinks, was rather robotic, mechanical in their conscious nature. He wouldn't have minded the idea of taking a First Aid kit if not for the fact that the child wanted him to wear it. While he appreciated the amount of effort the kid put into it, he wasn't going to walk around with a kit hanging off his body. He wasn't concerned about weight - more or less the awful appearance of it. The very thought reminded him of the time he had to gel his hair down. It was so awful that his nose was scrunching up at the thought. "I ain't wearing that," he states bluntly, ears hot in embarrassment. Although it was an innocent offer with no ill intent, he hated the fact that Peppino had suggested it to him to begin with. His eyes look away to the direction of the tavern: "You should scatter them about public places in the Tavern and The Tempest."
The child's response almost caught him off-guard, the male visibly flinching but only mildly. His smile reminded him a little of Junji, bothered that healers were usually so kind and selfless. He didn't like it because it meant they had no drive to protect themselves. That in itself, Bakugou thinks, was rather robotic, mechanical in their conscious nature. He wouldn't have minded the idea of taking a First Aid kit if not for the fact that the child wanted him to wear it. While he appreciated the amount of effort the kid put into it, he wasn't going to walk around with a kit hanging off his body. He wasn't concerned about weight - more or less the awful appearance of it. The very thought reminded him of the time he had to gel his hair down. It was so awful that his nose was scrunching up at the thought. "I ain't wearing that," he states bluntly, ears hot in embarrassment. Although it was an innocent offer with no ill intent, he hated the fact that Peppino had suggested it to him to begin with. His eyes look away to the direction of the tavern: "You should scatter them about public places in the Tavern and The Tempest."