I'M JUST A MAN ON THE MOON / painting

To be honest, he wishes Goldenluxury had died as Goldenluxury. He would rather grieve her death than watch her be a different person. It was as if she was possessed, that the creature controlling her body was someone else that had invaded their lives and his feelings. He knows this is an insensitive way of thinking, coated with a frigid coldness. He should never wish this upon a friend. There has, after all, been presented a chance to him. If she views Bakugou as familiar, he should at least know that not all is lost. His eyes drift towards the Dealer, avoiding a pained stare of the past when he notices the light appearance of a small child toddling toward her. He doesn't make eye contact with whatever she is painting, suddenly fixated by the mewl that daringly left the stranger's vocal cords. Ma? His ear twitches. Surely the bengal doesn't believe she is a mother, right? The Reaver approaches with unreadable eyes. His gaze is like a mirror, glasslike in comparison. "Did that kid just call you 'ma'?"

[ ooc ] kladjfhsdl i'm so sorry about my muse but i really wanted to reply to this thread. it'd probs pick up with my next reply to this thread aaa