05-26-2018, 11:15 PM
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Bastille did not want a flower crown, thank you. He had no interest in them normally, but he felt even more at odds with the concept of just sitting around and playing with fucking flowers when Starry was dead and they were left in shambles. Hell, they were stuck with him — the fucking Observatory was going to go up in flames on Bastille’s watch, that’s how fucked they were. Gloomy as he was, however, he had a goddamn obligation to sit with his fucking Clanmates and pretend to give a fuck.
”Can you just make one for me or some shit?” he muttered as he joined her, listless stare flickering over the flowers with little interest as he forced himself to sit down.
”Can you just make one for me or some shit?” he muttered as he joined her, listless stare flickering over the flowers with little interest as he forced himself to sit down.
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