05-17-2018, 07:59 PM
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Bastille probably would have given her a fairly unimpressed look if she'd voiced her concerns aloud, but alas, she kept them internal. There wasn't so much as a blimp in her aura to alert him to some morose musings, and the boy settled back with a yawn as he eyed her garden. Hell, the roses already looked better than he'd managed after a few days of Margy's care. Perhaps the ground had, somehow, remembered his insult and refused to blossom as prettily for him. Frankly, he wouldn't be surprised if such was the case.
Bastille arched a brow at her question -- really? they were starting with something this simple -- but didn't have any intention to participate unless he needed to. He was here to watch and pretend to be social, clearly. As such, he took the time to instead wonder if he could have tried to grow her geraniums, too.
Bastille arched a brow at her question -- really? they were starting with something this simple -- but didn't have any intention to participate unless he needed to. He was here to watch and pretend to be social, clearly. As such, he took the time to instead wonder if he could have tried to grow her geraniums, too.
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