04-29-2018, 11:11 PM
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Pros: Margy and Suite were here; he didn't really mind Venta either way; it was dark out and Bast wasn't going to be doing any sleeping anyway. Cons: Hazel was there; joining them forced social interaction; he had a raging fucking headache that was actively trying to kill him. Decisions, decisions. With a sigh, Bastille eventually gave in and made to join the others, his ice blue stare lingering briefly on Hazel as he noted her slight tension and the strangely formal speech that she seemed to default to when nervous. (Not that he'd noticed.)
Don't spook her. Don't spook her. Bastille was probably just going to immediately leave if he managed to spook the new girl yet again, and he offered an idle, "Yo. Venta, right?" He directed the second portion towards the cub, remembering her rather... awkward joining. Bast decided not to bring it up, and glanced towards Hazel as she mentioned the stars. After a quick glance up, he identified a few quick constellations but only offered a shrug, as if to say they were stargazing if she wanted them to be stargazing.
Pros: Margy and Suite were here; he didn't really mind Venta either way; it was dark out and Bast wasn't going to be doing any sleeping anyway. Cons: Hazel was there; joining them forced social interaction; he had a raging fucking headache that was actively trying to kill him. Decisions, decisions. With a sigh, Bastille eventually gave in and made to join the others, his ice blue stare lingering briefly on Hazel as he noted her slight tension and the strangely formal speech that she seemed to default to when nervous. (Not that he'd noticed.)
Don't spook her. Don't spook her. Bastille was probably just going to immediately leave if he managed to spook the new girl yet again, and he offered an idle, "Yo. Venta, right?" He directed the second portion towards the cub, remembering her rather... awkward joining. Bast decided not to bring it up, and glanced towards Hazel as she mentioned the stars. After a quick glance up, he identified a few quick constellations but only offered a shrug, as if to say they were stargazing if she wanted them to be stargazing.
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]