06-08-2018, 04:28 PM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
Alright, fair enough -- Bastille seemed to have a bad habit of tacking "and shit" onto the ends of things, a catch-all for anything he might have left out or forgotten. We can get you settled in and shit. There are herbs and shit in there. Yes, Beck, we will give you water and shit. It was a natural speech habit for him, but no one ever called him out of his foul mouth. Well, okay, his mother had scolded him plenty for his swearing as a child, but other than that? Few people even noticed how frequently he swore. He didn't even notice. He supposed he could probably pay better attention to that with two little nieces running around, but it had yet to cross his radar.
As he came to a stop beside Luna, he studied the young girl with a slight smirk of amusement. She was frighteningly into astrology, and seemed to have arranged quite the little room for her presentation of sorts. He was pretty sure that he didn't really have a heart, but he could have fooled himself with the flicker of affection warming his veins. "Oh, good, they picked someone qualified for this lesson," he teased lightly, settled down accordingly.
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSAs he came to a stop beside Luna, he studied the young girl with a slight smirk of amusement. She was frighteningly into astrology, and seemed to have arranged quite the little room for her presentation of sorts. He was pretty sure that he didn't really have a heart, but he could have fooled himself with the flicker of affection warming his veins. "Oh, good, they picked someone qualified for this lesson," he teased lightly, settled down accordingly.
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]