06-19-2018, 10:15 PM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
Bastille was intrigued to see Gordon out and about, having been half convinced she might never leave her room after a hectic few days. Was she hiding from everyone out of stress? Spite? Distaste? Who knew. She was a timid thing, and he wasn't one to judge fellow introverts, but it was nice to see signs of life, he supposed. That seemed like the sort of thing he was supposed to be excited about, but whatever. "Yo," he greeted with a yawn as he joined them, blinking at the flowers in a bored fashion. He could go for a few shots, not flowers, but these were... interesting, he supposed. "Uh... Guess I'll watch."
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSHoney, 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]