05-25-2018, 02:05 AM
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Bastille adored Margy, he did, and he was pleased that it was her birthday. But -- okay, look. That meant he had to figure out what the fuck to get her for her birthday, and it wasn't exactly like he had much time to agonize over it when she had literally decided to tell them about it the day of. What good did that do him? No good. Not even the slightest bit of good. That left him with only a few hours to avoid her like hell and scramble to figure something out. It wasn't like he could just give her more flowers. Hell, she even grew her own now.
Eventually, he'd settled on an idea. And thank fucking gods, because he'd only finished haphazardly trying to wrap the damn thing when Suite came to round them all up. He wasn't huge of crowding into a dark room with people so much in his space, but it was Margy, and so he waited accordingly for her to arrive.
Eventually, he'd settled on an idea. And thank fucking gods, because he'd only finished haphazardly trying to wrap the damn thing when Suite came to round them all up. He wasn't huge of crowding into a dark room with people so much in his space, but it was Margy, and so he waited accordingly for her to arrive.
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