07-03-2018, 07:36 PM
I'LL BE GOOD, I'LL BE GOOD
Bastille cocked his head to the side as she muddled through her words, and found himself smirking in amusement as her request finally made itself clear. Little baby wanted to be Seraph, yeah? If she were older, he might have pointed out that it was a shitty job, but Bast had a weak spot for kids and he wasn't about to tell her that. "I don't know, Aali," he drawled slowly, gaze flickering up as he noted that others were joining them, "Sounds like a lot of work. You sure you want to do it all?" He offered her a crooked grin, momentarily looking away from her as others weighed in on the issue.
His gaze lingered briefly on Hazel -- she look nearly as tired as he felt, which he supposed made sense, but he couldn't help the flicker of guilt. His problems didn't need to be her problems, but after a moment he looked away, offering Gordon and Gen idle nods of greeting (with a slight roll of his eyes are her less than subtle joke). Turning his attention back to the little thing, he supplied, "Well, they all seem pretty convinced you can handle it, so if you're sure, it's all yours, kiddo."
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSHis gaze lingered briefly on Hazel -- she look nearly as tired as he felt, which he supposed made sense, but he couldn't help the flicker of guilt. His problems didn't need to be her problems, but after a moment he looked away, offering Gordon and Gen idle nods of greeting (with a slight roll of his eyes are her less than subtle joke). Turning his attention back to the little thing, he supplied, "Well, they all seem pretty convinced you can handle it, so if you're sure, it's all yours, kiddo."
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]