04-26-2018, 04:56 PM
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His gaze flickered to Suite at the quite admonishment, and for a moment the bengal looked vaguely mutinous. On one hand, he agreed that he'd let his temper fray when this girl didn't deserve it, and that he deserved to be chastised; on the other, he was working on it, alright? He was at least making an effort to rein in his shitty mood and be nice, so Suite could give him some credit here. (He had the sudden, vivid image of Frenchpaw scolding him in similar fashion, reminding him primly that a gentleman should have proper manners. He knew it was impossible, that this had never happened, that his mother had died shortly after labor. But still -- he got those faint impressions sometimes, so clear and crisp that he knew they were likely if she had lived.)
As the stranger started to respond, his stare was back on her, taking that in slowly. She seemed to find something about mythology funny, and Bast studied her for a moment before dismissing it. Perhaps she simply found it ironic that he's chosen a topic she actually knew something about. He too turned his attention to Luna as his mentor arrived, and his attention seemed to linger for a moment, as if confirming to himself that Luna was fine and alive and there before he let this girl's voice draw him back in once more.
Bastille was a bit startled by how suddenly and brilliantly she lit up. He was pretty sure he hadn't said anything particularly out there or special, but it was suddenly like looking at the sun -- literally. This girl's mood perked up significantly, but so did that golden aura of hers, throbbing with the sudden radiance of her happiness. It was a bit... much. Bast felt awkward, uncertain what the hell to do with these expectations she had all of a sudden; he didn't like terrifying or making her uncomfortable, but he also wasn't sure how he felt being on the receiving end of so much... brightness.
Shit. He wasn't really in the mood for a tour, but he felt bad turning her down. Thankfully, Suite was a nice distraction, saving Bast from having to respond to that request as he watched her and Suite exchange words about the colt. Idly, he wondered if said colt had a name, but he focused in once more at Suite's gentle teasing. He rolled his eyes at the both of them, and drawled idly, "Yeah, yeah. We'll find you someone mellow to show you around later. C'mon, there are free rooms downstairs." He inclined his head towards the Observatory, starting to feel restless just standing here. He wanted out, but he also didn't want to spook this girl again, which meant he was stuck here ready to vibrate out of his skin until they managed to get her settled in. That was... great.
His gaze flickered to Suite at the quite admonishment, and for a moment the bengal looked vaguely mutinous. On one hand, he agreed that he'd let his temper fray when this girl didn't deserve it, and that he deserved to be chastised; on the other, he was working on it, alright? He was at least making an effort to rein in his shitty mood and be nice, so Suite could give him some credit here. (He had the sudden, vivid image of Frenchpaw scolding him in similar fashion, reminding him primly that a gentleman should have proper manners. He knew it was impossible, that this had never happened, that his mother had died shortly after labor. But still -- he got those faint impressions sometimes, so clear and crisp that he knew they were likely if she had lived.)
As the stranger started to respond, his stare was back on her, taking that in slowly. She seemed to find something about mythology funny, and Bast studied her for a moment before dismissing it. Perhaps she simply found it ironic that he's chosen a topic she actually knew something about. He too turned his attention to Luna as his mentor arrived, and his attention seemed to linger for a moment, as if confirming to himself that Luna was fine and alive and there before he let this girl's voice draw him back in once more.
Bastille was a bit startled by how suddenly and brilliantly she lit up. He was pretty sure he hadn't said anything particularly out there or special, but it was suddenly like looking at the sun -- literally. This girl's mood perked up significantly, but so did that golden aura of hers, throbbing with the sudden radiance of her happiness. It was a bit... much. Bast felt awkward, uncertain what the hell to do with these expectations she had all of a sudden; he didn't like terrifying or making her uncomfortable, but he also wasn't sure how he felt being on the receiving end of so much... brightness.
Shit. He wasn't really in the mood for a tour, but he felt bad turning her down. Thankfully, Suite was a nice distraction, saving Bast from having to respond to that request as he watched her and Suite exchange words about the colt. Idly, he wondered if said colt had a name, but he focused in once more at Suite's gentle teasing. He rolled his eyes at the both of them, and drawled idly, "Yeah, yeah. We'll find you someone mellow to show you around later. C'mon, there are free rooms downstairs." He inclined his head towards the Observatory, starting to feel restless just standing here. He wanted out, but he also didn't want to spook this girl again, which meant he was stuck here ready to vibrate out of his skin until they managed to get her settled in. That was... great.
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]