07-04-2018, 09:28 AM
I'LL BE GOOD, I'LL BE GOOD
Was Bastille ready to light something on fire after dedicating the morning to arranging a party outside of the Observatory? Yes. He was pretty terrible with decorating, for one thing, but he’d also realized he should provide an alcohol table and it set his teeth on edge not to partake in it as he vaguely organized the bottles by type before moving on. He was fine. He didn’t need it, and he did that first, carrying on to non-alcoholics and snacks on the other two tables. The last ones, finishing off his semicircle, held sparklers and random red white and blue accessories he’d found. His meek attempt at decorating had involved throwing a lot of themed confetti on shit and sticking some flags in the ground. Good enough for him, frankly.
As he headed back into the Observatory, he called, ”Yo, we’re hosting a party for the fourth. Everyone will be invited, so play nice.” With a yawn, he headed back outside, adding over his shoulder, ”There’ll be fireworks at the Starpool later.” At least he’d get to blow that up.
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSAs he headed back into the Observatory, he called, ”Yo, we’re hosting a party for the fourth. Everyone will be invited, so play nice.” With a yawn, he headed back outside, adding over his shoulder, ”There’ll be fireworks at the Starpool later.” At least he’d get to blow that up.
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]