05-14-2018, 12:59 PM
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In fairness, Bastille had a pretty good idea of what the Seraph had stored away. He had, after all, cornered he and Roy with his idea -- which, okay, it was a good idea, but maybe entrusting Bastille to be a part of the plan was a bad idea, was all he was saying. Especially where fire was concerned. I mean, seriously? First the fire safety course, and now this? Was Starry trying to set him up for a horrible freak accident? He would not be surprised.
In an effort not to think too closely about it, however, Bastille simply settled beside Suite and peered into the depths of the pool. He was mildly entertained to see the frothing glitter at the Seraph's paws, and filed that information away -- it turned out that he wouldn't electrocute everyone in the water when he got overexcited. Instead, he would just... glitter all over them. Or something.
Notably, Bast did not join the voices of those waiting to see what was going on, and instead just kept his gaze fixed on Starry evenly. Was it stupid to say he was a little proud to see him putting his crazed plan into action? Maybe. But Starry was just so happy, and besides -- he knew it was a great fucking tradition. The clan was going to love it, admittedly.
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]