08-27-2018, 08:37 AM
He used to know how to play the drums. Or, at least, he still knows how to play he was just...disadvantaged. He has no human hands, no telepathy, no nothing. Well, it wasn't as if he'd let others know that. He doesn't view it as anything to pride himself over. In fact, it made him a little embarrassed that he used to take music lessons. It was just a way to vent his anger, to improve his coordination, but always he finds himself being driven to prove his worth. He refuses to let others belittle him. Well, those were the memories that sparked within his mind when he saw the young girl whining at a piano, first begging the inanimate to work then verbally abusing the tech. What keeps his attention, however, was the apology she gave. The privateer can't help but snort at her when he walks past, kicking at a seashell as he does his best to remain as distant as possible. He doesn't want to care, doesn't want to invest his time into a kitten who was stupid enough to bring instruments so close to the tide.
The ragdoll snaps the air, teeth clasping together with a clean, bitter cut. He turns and faces her. "Face it kid. You were stupid enough to bring it to the beach so stop fuckin' whining," Bakugou roars at her. His ears are flattened against his cranium, fur risen in annoyance to the girl. Well, he knows she can't help herself. It's just like how Bakugou can't help himself. He spent so long whining and yet can't stand this girl crying over a broken piano. It was hypocritical of him but just seeing her made him angrier by the minute because it reminded him of himself and his own absurd sulks. "It's not gettin' fixed. Go find something else." He doesn't know how to fix pianos. He's not good at technology and, from the looks of it, it must have relied on electricity. The water would have redirected the circuits. "And don't apologise to inanimate objects. They don't have a soul."
The ragdoll snaps the air, teeth clasping together with a clean, bitter cut. He turns and faces her. "Face it kid. You were stupid enough to bring it to the beach so stop fuckin' whining," Bakugou roars at her. His ears are flattened against his cranium, fur risen in annoyance to the girl. Well, he knows she can't help herself. It's just like how Bakugou can't help himself. He spent so long whining and yet can't stand this girl crying over a broken piano. It was hypocritical of him but just seeing her made him angrier by the minute because it reminded him of himself and his own absurd sulks. "It's not gettin' fixed. Go find something else." He doesn't know how to fix pianos. He's not good at technology and, from the looks of it, it must have relied on electricity. The water would have redirected the circuits. "And don't apologise to inanimate objects. They don't have a soul."