09-11-2018, 01:37 AM
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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES
Small wonder, what humor could do to break Bast's generally terrible manners; he probably would have laughed to hear the quip, but as it was he just found himself eyeing this stranger with vague curiosity. So stiff and formal, if you asked him, but then again there were probably many out there who would consider Bast's nonchalance and colloquial manner to be rude in comparison. Whatever. He spoke the same as he always had, to everyone in his life, and had yet to feel sorry about it.
[b]"Works for me," he returned, shrugging after a sideways glance at Thea, "Thea here can give you a tour, if you want, or we can just find you a room and let you explore on your own." Did he seem sorry about signing the Fireball up for it? Nope.
[b]"Works for me," he returned, shrugging after a sideways glance at Thea, "Thea here can give you a tour, if you want, or we can just find you a room and let you explore on your own." Did he seem sorry about signing the Fireball up for it? Nope.
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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]