black paper moon / bakugou

Eggs are not something he pays much attention to. He doesn't eat them, doesn't use them, and most of the eggs he ever saw were the broken ones left over from cooking. That being said, when the male mentioned finding eggs on the beach, Bakugou immediately assumed them to be turtle ones. Turtle eggs would make sense. They were surrounded by the ocean, there was bound to be shelled creatures somewhere, swimming about and coming to shore to lay their eggs. But Bakugou's theory immediately crumbled when he notes Kirishima's other words, stating they were rather large. A shimmer of interest refracted from his sanguine eyes, the ragdoll quickly attempting to hide his childlike amusement. What if it was a dragon egg? He could imagine the glory of raising one up. He would go to battle, lift a paw, and a beast of a predator would appear, breathing fire upon those he marked as foes. Well, he'll cut himself free from the fantasy, the ambition for power, for now. "Uh sure." He's not particularly afraid if the nest was guarded and in the case that it was, it was very likely that whatever was guarding it was the one who laid the eggs to begin with.

"Where is it?"