04-29-2018, 10:56 PM
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Between shooting Roy judgmental and/or suspicious looks and staring this stranger down intently (as if he might hold the answers to where the fuck Roy had come from), Bastille wasn't sure if he'd actually introduced himself to Maes. Sure, he had gotten the other guy's name and established that he apparently knew Roy, but that was about as much attention as he'd offered the newcomer. He was much more interested in Roy's shadiness.
Bast still didn't really feel like being social -- his mood was pretty much constantly just shitty or tired -- but he supposed he may as well pretend to like people. Ugh. With a yawn, the bengal ambled over to them, offering an idle introduction and not much else. [b]"Bastille."
Between shooting Roy judgmental and/or suspicious looks and staring this stranger down intently (as if he might hold the answers to where the fuck Roy had come from), Bastille wasn't sure if he'd actually introduced himself to Maes. Sure, he had gotten the other guy's name and established that he apparently knew Roy, but that was about as much attention as he'd offered the newcomer. He was much more interested in Roy's shadiness.
Bast still didn't really feel like being social -- his mood was pretty much constantly just shitty or tired -- but he supposed he may as well pretend to like people. Ugh. With a yawn, the bengal ambled over to them, offering an idle introduction and not much else. [b]"Bastille."
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]