[size=9pt]"Sorry, man," says the lion once he's appeared, sounding regretful. He can see the distaste in the observer, and he feels kind of bad for it. Like he was Jesus and he'd just failed his disciple or some bullshit. "This isn't my finest moment. Had to hand out something astrology nerd related, though. Appease the star gods or whatever."
He glances to the book, scans the words with distant golden eyes. Aquarius, Virgo, Capricorn. Frankly, he doesn't have much of a fucking idea what those are, but he's curious. And quiet. He doesn't know his birthday. He doesn't know when he was born. His childhood was a blur of cold faces and near-concussions, and, if his mother had had her way, he wouldn't of even had a name. So sue him for not pausing to ask her what his fucking Rising Sign was.
He blinks himself from his haze when he hears a voice, and glances up to see Bast. A slight frown settles over his gaze and one side of his lip pulls up to make a questionable facial expression. What the fuck? "Smooth, Bast." he jokes, but his voice is slightly hesitant, slow words sounding almost suspicious. No way was this Bast. Or it was, and he was just wasted. To be fair, Moon didn't really fucking know the guy. "Too slick for the old 'did it hurt when you fell from Heaven'?"
He glances to the book, scans the words with distant golden eyes. Aquarius, Virgo, Capricorn. Frankly, he doesn't have much of a fucking idea what those are, but he's curious. And quiet. He doesn't know his birthday. He doesn't know when he was born. His childhood was a blur of cold faces and near-concussions, and, if his mother had had her way, he wouldn't of even had a name. So sue him for not pausing to ask her what his fucking Rising Sign was.
He blinks himself from his haze when he hears a voice, and glances up to see Bast. A slight frown settles over his gaze and one side of his lip pulls up to make a questionable facial expression. What the fuck? "Smooth, Bast." he jokes, but his voice is slightly hesitant, slow words sounding almost suspicious. No way was this Bast. Or it was, and he was just wasted. To be fair, Moon didn't really fucking know the guy. "Too slick for the old 'did it hurt when you fell from Heaven'?"
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; height: auto; text-align: center; font-family: ; font-size: 9pt; color: COLOR; letter-spacing: -.5px;"][i][b]and die like a hero going home.[glow=black,2,300]