05-11-2018, 01:24 AM
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As Bastille left his room, he noted the changes that Maes had put in place -- things seemed cleaner, more polished, which was... fine, he supposed. Bast didn't really care either way, but he figured that having more habitable living quarters was probably for the best. As he wandered towards the exit, and towards Maes' aura, he had the idle memory of Hazel mumbling something about painting under her breath -- it'd been so quiet, to herself, and Bast hadn't stopped to question her on it. But as he eyed the few murals Maes had put up, and recall her forlorn look towards the walls, he figured that was her plan.
"Yo," he greeted, before saying, "You should leave some of the walls down there blank. I can think of a few people who might want to add some murals. Looks clean, though." In reality, it was only Hazel he was thinking of, but he didn't really want to point her out specifically.
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]