04-15-2018, 11:12 PM
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Starry's lack of energy wasn't lost of Bast. He narrowed his eyes as he watched the Seraph, but he wasn't about to make a scene by demanding to know what was wrong with their cheerful leader. He'd save cornering Starry for after the meeting. In the meantime, he did a mental check of the names listed and seemed satisfied that that was everyone. With nothing to comment on, he waited for the others to show up and for Starry to carry on.
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]