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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS

BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES

Poor socialization: the bane of orphans everywhere. Bastille had the benefit of his mother haunting him for approximately three months, but even that couldn't alleviate six months on his own, with nothing but a bunch of angry souls to guide him. For all of Frenchie's attempts to teach him manners and the importance of being a gentleman, those mannerisms didn't seem to kick in unless he was focusing on it or put on the spot. Instead, he was blunt, unpolished, and generally spoke his mind regardless of the situation. When he did suddenly feel the need to be a better person, he could get awkward and stilted, struggling for kind and coming up with... well, socially awkward but polite. It was a strange juxtaposition, frankly, but alas: poor socialization.

He stopped close to Vi as he joined them, glancing to her reflexively, ignoring Suiteheart outright, and offering Gabriel a nod. His gaze dropped to the kiddo then, and he cocked his head to the side as the little thing tore at his meal, making no move to crowd Myliu more. [b]"Huh. Guess he's in good paws, then," he provided, not offering much else for conversation.

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