06-03-2018, 08:39 PM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
Bastille was a few paces behind the others, bored stare sliding over the stranger with very little actual interest. He was quick to remember names and faces, and while he probably should try to show some more enthusiasm, there was none. Starry would be so disappointed, and yet, here he was: incapable of giving a fuck. He was confident that Starry had been forgiving enough to accept that Bast didn't have the best social graces. At the very least, he was there, and that was something.
"August," he repeated, testing it out with an arched brow. It went against Bastille's nature to use someone's full name instead of shortening it in someway, but evidently this guy was opposed to nicknames. Seemed uptight. "I'm Bast. We can show you around or you can use the map to explore on your own." A brief glance towards the "winged asshole" in amusement.
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGS"August," he repeated, testing it out with an arched brow. It went against Bastille's nature to use someone's full name instead of shortening it in someway, but evidently this guy was opposed to nicknames. Seemed uptight. "I'm Bast. We can show you around or you can use the map to explore on your own." A brief glance towards the "winged asshole" in amusement.
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]