05-12-2018, 12:09 PM
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So, Starry didn't seem angry, and he wasn't calling on Bastille alone, which likely meant that little fuck of a ghost can't come crying to the Seraph yet. That was... good, he supposed. He also was yelling for Roy, though, and seemed so horribly excited that Bast was... suspicious. What on god's earth could he possibly want with the both of them? The only thing they really had in common was their drive for vengeance against Tanglefuck, and he really doubted Starry would be this happy to discuss their war plans together. He didn't really have any other ideas, unless Starry had subscribed to the same notion that Suite had -- that he should be asking Roy for help controlling the fires. Which was... not high on his list of wants. In fact, it was not even on the list.
"Yo," he greeted as he finally headed over, resigning himself to just showing up and seeing what the Seraph was up to now. He was really excitable, which probably meant he loved his damn plan, and if it was something horrible Bast was going to have to feign delight to avoid hurting his feelings. Damn.
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]