CALL ME IDOL - open; joining

[Grey]

He is attracted by the sound of the bell, not too far from the railroad when he draws himself closer, like a spider crawling towards trapped prey. This was new. He doesn't expect the irritated expression upon the foreigner's face, the other's distaste for the sound of the bell. Usually it is the pirates who grow vexed by the repetitive noise, the metal shrills that rattle and clang. He should have expected the result of ringing the bell, expect it to be loud because otherwise it would have no use, no reason for existing. If it were quiet, it would be as useless as some of the crewmates who occupied the island. "Be more specific with what you mean by help," the young Quartermaster rumbles when he approaches, using his earth elementals to stop the swinging motion of the metal bell. It halts and hangs perfectly still, the male raising a figurative brow as if waiting for the gush of the wind to dare try and move it. "And no, I don't give two shits what your name is but someone probably will." Sometimes Bakugou thinks they are simply too hospitable, too compassionate for the lives of other strangers. The ragdoll, however, sees little point in knowing the personal details of others. Unless they are here to stay for months and months to come, acting as an ally over a nuisance, he doesn't have a reason to know another's name as if they were comrades. If the male was simply here with a request, it was a waste of his time to bother exerting the energy to getting to know him. He was simply another face to deal with.

As he waits for the other to speak up, he can't help with notice the prosthetic leg over the heterochromic eyes. Mismatched optics don't surprise him anymore. He has seen a number of faces come, go and stay who happen to have a gaze consisting of two different hues. Metal limbs, however, is something he has only noticed on one of those merchants in Sunhaven. They only make him wince at the idea of metal attached to bone, moving in synchronization with the body through some kind of scientific breakthrough. He doesn't understand how they can even work and he realises that, if he really wants to be a dick, he can probably control the prosthetic leg. For added pettiness, if the guy pisses him off he can use his earth elementals to raise the metal leg and punch themself. 'Stop hitting yourself' will become an amusing reality for the ragdoll.