04-30-2018, 11:54 PM
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Wake up, Starry screeched at ungodly levels of enthusiasm, but Bastille had not slept in several days and had the worst fucking headache of his entire life. He'd thought he'd experienced pain before. This was so, so much worse, holy mother of fuck, and much as he loved their deranged Seraph (most of the time), this was totally uncalled for. First he announces that they have to be nice to Tanglewood's swamp of degenerations, and now he was screaming in the middle of the night? Not cool, Starry. Not cool.
Idly, he recalled that the Seraph had mentioned something about a little ally event at the meeting, and he let out a private groan as he headed towards the Circle. He didn't even like Pincher. Sure, the rest of those pirates seemed acceptable, but Pincher? Douchebag and a half. Maybe Bast would take this opportunity to try to poison the foreign leader. Vaguely amused by the thought, the morose looking bengal came to a stop beside Suite as he eyed the preparations for their guests. "Oh, good," he muttered, mostly to the two, "Socialization. Yay."
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]