05-16-2018, 10:30 AM
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The odds of Bastille having gone off on another patrol or round of hunting within the next half hour or so were pretty high anyways. Might as well join Suite and Margy and hope that even if it did end up just being the two of them, things didn't dissolve into marital drama. The two seemed relatively good about keeping their little squabbles private, showing only signs of tension and of something happening in public, but still. He honestly doubted his presence would register as reason to keep things on the down-low, and Bastille wasn't much of a marriage counselor, here.
"I'll come," he greeted with a yawn as he joined them, figuring he may as well risk it. Others were likely to join them anyway and all that shit.
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]