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Bastille glanced towards Margy with a flicker of a smirk, and was entertained to realize that her drink of choice was the same as his -- or, rather, the one that he claimed was his. In reality, nothing rivaled the taste of vodka, but he knew that was inherited from Zaniel and he refused to admit it. He was perfectly comfortable with lying to himself and everyone else about this one preference, thanks. Without a word, he conjured a glass beside the chocolate point, before glancing at Suite at her address.
He looked vaguely amusement, and gave a slight shake of his head as he said, "Nah. I've learned well enough that wishing things away doesn't really work with Grimm." He paused, as if realizing he rarely if ever mentioned the kit aloud, let alone made any form of reference to his souls. Odd, that -- he felt vaguely like Suite and Margy knew all of these things about him, when in reality, he'd never actually shared it with them explicitly. It wasn't that he was hiding, really -- he just wasn't the type to start chatting away about himself for no fucking reason. He gave a slight shrug, as if to indicate that he would explain some other time, and glanced towards Luna with a nod in greeting.
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]