[ He's only been out of the pod for a few hours, and he already wants to crawl right back into it. He rubs the back of his neck as he wanders alongside Bakugo, his movements seemingly languid, his expression as dead-eyed as ever. Yet he's mapping the station carefully as they move--at least as well he can, anyway. He's just a few steps ahead, too; barely enough to notice (though he's sure Bakugo does), but there's enough distance to let him get the drop on anything or anyone that might pop up.
The ball pits, admittedly, do not seem to be dangerous. ]
slinks over
The ball pits, admittedly, do not seem to be dangerous. ]
Not really my style.