06-14-2018, 10:04 PM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
Bastille gave an idle shrug, evidently not too bothered by August's preference not to have windows after all. To each their own and all that shit. As long as the guy was happy with his living situation, Bast didn't really care -- and perhaps he needn't assume that everyone seeking more light sources was secretly wanting to live in the bunker. Maybe only Cooper was incapable of asking for what he wanted. "Cool."
As more joined them and chattered away, Bast shifted back slightly, leaning his weight away from August. He wasn't much of a conversationalist unless he had something he actually wanted to say, or was somehow invested in the situation, and small talk? Was not his thing. Besides -- he could sense the subtle shifting of August's aura, got the vague impression that this guy liked his space, too. Well, then. Far be it from Bast to contribute to the demands of socialization when it concerned a fellow introvert. "Well, if you need anything," he drawled, with a slight nod, and then he was gone.
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSAs more joined them and chattered away, Bast shifted back slightly, leaning his weight away from August. He wasn't much of a conversationalist unless he had something he actually wanted to say, or was somehow invested in the situation, and small talk? Was not his thing. Besides -- he could sense the subtle shifting of August's aura, got the vague impression that this guy liked his space, too. Well, then. Far be it from Bast to contribute to the demands of socialization when it concerned a fellow introvert. "Well, if you need anything," he drawled, with a slight nod, and then he was gone.
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]