precious fragile little thing / joining?

[Grey]

Bakugou was becoming his own. He notices himself changing but there is no resistance. Part of him wonders if it is the result of a possible other being living within his vessel, another part of him wonders if it is triggered through his own accord. He will metamorphose - become a better him. The island provides him a foundation to change, to evolve. If he had been younger, he might have been afraid to take it, to grasp the future that bends against his will and morphs into forms unwanted by him. The young Quartermaster feels no agitation when the stranger takes his time to answer. He too is distracted. He would rather be somewhere else but at the same time he is happy to let time rot as he stands here. Bakugou bites his tongue, a smokey breath escapes him when he hears the foreigner finally speak. No drama. There is no calamity that can interrupt the peace of this moment, sanguine gaze reflecting the other's image like a mirror. He doesn't say anything to welcome the other just yet, listens to the creature's comment before flicking his ear, expecting the voice of another to speak up before him. To be honest, he was only expecting Owen rather than the appearance of two more.

He huffs in amusement to Goldenluxury's warning to Seamus, grinning in a conceited fashion. "Just 'cause Caesar's gone doesn't mean you're special enough to start fights," Bakugou muses to the faerie, waving his tail behind him. Seamus would always be a nobody to him. Even then, it wasn't to say that he was willing to see a second Caesar. The demon gave him enough of a headache. He doesn't want to think of him for any longer than he should. Troubles should remain in the past - buried, locked, cremated...maybe even drowned for good measure. Bakugou flickers his eyes towards Sparrow, giving the male a nod: "Name's Bakugou. Don't come to me for questions or help unless you're dying and if you're not clearly dying, then I'll make sure you fit the criteria before I reply to you." He leaves.