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SING, GODDESS, OF THE RAGE OF ACHILLES
Bastille offered Gen a roll of his eyes at her commentary, evidently not horribly impressed with her assumption that she deserved a party. "Then you should throw yourself a party for your birthday," he drawled, arching a brow, "Which already passed, I'm pretty sure. Guess we'll have to wait a whole year, huh?" He looked fairly amused, and pointed out, "I didn't have a party for my birth either, in fairness." Which, if he thought back to what was going on during his own, it was one day before Margy returned. It wasn't like she would have been there to take notice of a party or if there wasn't a party, he supposed. Shrugging, he turned his attention away from her and to Gordon, considering her for a moment before he nodded along with Suiteheart. "Yeah, they're here. Sorry, Gor."
He wasn't sure what her hang up with them was, but he could sense the unease, and it prompted a slight scowl. He'd stay close to her for the duration of the party, in case that reason made an appearance. His gaze flickered up, shifting towards the disturbance Anakin's aura made, but he offered no greeting since the ghost didn't seem too salient. Instead, he offered the Tangler a nod in greeting before drawling to Caboose, "They're, like, explosions. Shiny shit in the sky. Fun to look at." Fun to light on fire.
He wasn't sure what her hang up with them was, but he could sense the unease, and it prompted a slight scowl. He'd stay close to her for the duration of the party, in case that reason made an appearance. His gaze flickered up, shifting towards the disturbance Anakin's aura made, but he offered no greeting since the ghost didn't seem too salient. Instead, he offered the Tangler a nod in greeting before drawling to Caboose, "They're, like, explosions. Shiny shit in the sky. Fun to look at." Fun to light on fire.
[b]BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS — ASTRAL SERAPH — THE ASCENDANTS — TAGS
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]