07-03-2018, 09:50 PM
I'LL BE GOOD, I'LL BE GOOD
Bastille's shitty as all hell recovery seemed to be producing a lag time, he'd noticed. He was operating at half-mast, often arriving to things a little too late as he stumbled upon groups of people and yawned while he sorted out what the hell was happening. He supposed suffering through the grips of withdrawal would slow someone down, but it was starting to get just a bit irritating, and that was-- well. That was also irritating. He had a feeling that the shifting of his souls, suddenly lacking the muted nature that alcohol gave them, were jostling around a little too much. It was souring his temper just a little bit, which was the whole reason he'd started drinking in the first place, and it was making it hard to remember why, exactly, he was detoxing.
Overall, the whole thing was a mess, and he arrived with a yawn, as usual these days. He studied the dried meat before Wash, absently noting the tail end of what Suiteheart was saying, and he arched a brow. "I'll just start charring half the shit I bring in. Easy," he provided, shrugging, and made a mental note of it. Maybe burning shit would release some of the pent of irritation starting to build in his spine. He studied Wash a bit more closely, and added, "What, your human shit interfering with it or something? I thought you'd get used to it, like Roy did, but I guess not. How're Church and Boose doing with it?"
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSOverall, the whole thing was a mess, and he arrived with a yawn, as usual these days. He studied the dried meat before Wash, absently noting the tail end of what Suiteheart was saying, and he arched a brow. "I'll just start charring half the shit I bring in. Easy," he provided, shrugging, and made a mental note of it. Maybe burning shit would release some of the pent of irritation starting to build in his spine. He studied Wash a bit more closely, and added, "What, your human shit interfering with it or something? I thought you'd get used to it, like Roy did, but I guess not. How're Church and Boose doing with it?"
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]