04-22-2018, 10:35 PM
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Starry had looked fucking exhausted at the meeting. He absolutely was not his usual, bouncy, happy self -- and Bast wanted to know what the fuck was going on. He was going to lose his shit if there was something amiss with Starry, too, he could just feel it. The tension in his body was high, and he felt like a coiled spring as he briskly followed Starry as the Seraph left the meeting.
"Starry, wait," he said, sliding in front of the Seraph before he could escape Bast and his critical stare. He eyed Starry thoroughly, scowling as he hunted for visible injuries, before he accused, "Something's wrong. What happened? Are you hurt?" He narrowed his eyes at the older male suspiciously. "You're clearly not okay."
[member=130]Starrynight ![/member]
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]