07-03-2018, 07:25 PM
I'LL BE GOOD, I'LL BE GOOD
Suiteheart had given Bastille a brief recap of the ambassador meeting, which he'd decided to sit out to see how she ran things. He was confident she'd do fine, which was why he'd assigned it to her in the first place, but still -- it was vaguely reassuring to see her taking quickly and readily to any preparation he threw at her. It's not like Bast exactly knew how to lead himself, let alone try to introduce someone else to how to do it, but honestly? It didn't really matter if he tried to prep Suiteheart or not. She would do a million years better than him, regardless.
As it was, he knew that Gordon would be doing something soon, and wasn't surprised to hear her calling out a few days later. Yawning, the Seraph headed the direction of her call, partially out of curiosity, partially to be a good member of society, and partially to make sure Gordon didn't pass out from too much immediate social interaction. What could he say -- he payed relatively close attention to her, and have enough of a soul (or three) to make sure she was alright. Settling beside her with another yawn, he drawled, "Count me in, I guess."
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSAs it was, he knew that Gordon would be doing something soon, and wasn't surprised to hear her calling out a few days later. Yawning, the Seraph headed the direction of her call, partially out of curiosity, partially to be a good member of society, and partially to make sure Gordon didn't pass out from too much immediate social interaction. What could he say -- he payed relatively close attention to her, and have enough of a soul (or three) to make sure she was alright. Settling beside her with another yawn, he drawled, "Count me in, I guess."
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]