05-18-2018, 07:49 PM
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Bastille rolled his eyes skyward, and let out a groan as Luna came rushing over to him. Okay, so, maybe he wasn't going to sneak past everyone in peace. In fairness, he probably would have lost his shit had his mentor tried to tell him to leave her be as she took care of her wounds, but still. That was entirely different. For one thing, Luna had been kidnapped and he had not; for another, well. It just was, okay? Bastille had little justification for why he felt that he should be allowed to overreact and she shouldn't, and he, in fact, did not care.
Morose, he realized that he was unlikely to escape with both Luna and now Suite cornering him. Damnit. He eyed Suite accusing, as if she was somehow implicit in making a scene, but settled down to sit in front of her obediently once he realized there was no point in trying to fight it. "It's fine," he pointed out, as he clearly seemed fine, "Just a little, uh, run-in." He squinted slightly. He'd been intending to patch himself up, but, well. He figured life was easier when he didn't fight it. Sighing, he grumbled, "I guess you can. There's less blood than it actually looks like, seriously."
Morose, he realized that he was unlikely to escape with both Luna and now Suite cornering him. Damnit. He eyed Suite accusing, as if she was somehow implicit in making a scene, but settled down to sit in front of her obediently once he realized there was no point in trying to fight it. "It's fine," he pointed out, as he clearly seemed fine, "Just a little, uh, run-in." He squinted slightly. He'd been intending to patch himself up, but, well. He figured life was easier when he didn't fight it. Sighing, he grumbled, "I guess you can. There's less blood than it actually looks like, seriously."
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