06-26-2018, 10:15 AM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
Bastille was... fine. More or less. He had a live fire in his veins, directly attached to Hazel and her swirling emotions, and he was drinking at a level that was approaching unhealthy in an effort to match that capability for sensation. He was buzzed even then, pushing the limits of what was acceptable in public if only to hold onto his ability to feel anything for a little longer, and it was a pleasant buzz. Rad had given him more uppers, because she was a merciful soul (read as: he'd given her plenty of blood samples from a particularly bad trip the day before), and everything was fine.
He said as much as he arrived, gaze flickering over Rin briefly with an off-hand, "Fine." He was studying her leg as he frowned slightly and asked idly, "Should you be walking around already?"
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSHe said as much as he arrived, gaze flickering over Rin briefly with an off-hand, "Fine." He was studying her leg as he frowned slightly and asked idly, "Should you be walking around already?"
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]