11-14-2018, 02:48 AM
[ ooc ] me too honestly
Bakugou was both quiet and loud. He too was antisocial, an awful social mess when it came to interacting with others. He was simply too aggressive, viewing others through a superior detachment, sometimes deciding that others were not his time. Arguments were simply too easy for the male to be lulled into. Whenever his pride was brought into play, he was suddenly hostile, defending it as if it were his life. It stemmed from a desire to validate his existence, his purpose. Even though his ambitions in this world had faded the same way his old life had disappeared, he wanted to at least feel worthy. Although he was rude to his crewmates, he still held an overwhelming need to protect the island. Maybe it was because he thought that in doing so, he could prove his own strength to them, prove to himself that it was okay to be alive. Bakugou presses his lips together, not reacting to the sled dog's appearance after him. Instead, his eyes watch the foreigner carefully, flicking an ear towards the creature's monotone demeanor. His brows furrow slightly. He didn't wish to speak to any of them but Pincher.
He was tempted to ask why - why it was only the Captain who the other wished to speak to. Although he didn't feel comfortable in his rank, he didn't appreciate being belittled, pushed aside just like that. Bakugou, to put it simply, wasn't happy. One could see it through the way smoke left his nostrils, a curling black rising into the atmosphere, tainting the fine appearance of the air around them. His blood was hot. "What's wrong with his second-in-command?" Bakugou asks bitterly, raising a figurative brow before huffing. Despite his annoyances, he'll do with the stranger asks but he's also not about to allow Pincher to be left alone with the male. He looks towards an NPC pirate, grumbling: "You heard him. Get the Captain."
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Bakugou was both quiet and loud. He too was antisocial, an awful social mess when it came to interacting with others. He was simply too aggressive, viewing others through a superior detachment, sometimes deciding that others were not his time. Arguments were simply too easy for the male to be lulled into. Whenever his pride was brought into play, he was suddenly hostile, defending it as if it were his life. It stemmed from a desire to validate his existence, his purpose. Even though his ambitions in this world had faded the same way his old life had disappeared, he wanted to at least feel worthy. Although he was rude to his crewmates, he still held an overwhelming need to protect the island. Maybe it was because he thought that in doing so, he could prove his own strength to them, prove to himself that it was okay to be alive. Bakugou presses his lips together, not reacting to the sled dog's appearance after him. Instead, his eyes watch the foreigner carefully, flicking an ear towards the creature's monotone demeanor. His brows furrow slightly. He didn't wish to speak to any of them but Pincher.
He was tempted to ask why - why it was only the Captain who the other wished to speak to. Although he didn't feel comfortable in his rank, he didn't appreciate being belittled, pushed aside just like that. Bakugou, to put it simply, wasn't happy. One could see it through the way smoke left his nostrils, a curling black rising into the atmosphere, tainting the fine appearance of the air around them. His blood was hot. "What's wrong with his second-in-command?" Bakugou asks bitterly, raising a figurative brow before huffing. Despite his annoyances, he'll do with the stranger asks but he's also not about to allow Pincher to be left alone with the male. He looks towards an NPC pirate, grumbling: "You heard him. Get the Captain."
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