05-29-2018, 10:34 PM
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Bastille would love to avoid literally everyone for as long as possible, but he supposed he didn't get the fucking luxury. Instead, he skirted around Hazel and Margy as well as he could, refusing to let his gaze stray to them as he stopped beside Luna. His mentor had always been a calming influence for him before, and he brushed briefly against her side, apathetic stare locking on this newcomer instead. Be nice. Be nice, he reminded himself, before greeting vaguely, "Uh, welcome, I guess. 'm Bast." A pause, and he supplied awkwardly, "Bastille, actually." He needed to start giving people his actual name, but it felt forced and uncomfortable.
[ well well well would you look at who it is ]
[ well well well would you look at who it is ]
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