04-10-2018, 02:18 PM
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[div style="background-color: #e3dfdf; width: 305px; border-bottom: 1px solid black; border-left: 1px solid black; border-right: 1px solid black; padding: 10px; line-height: 110%; word-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; margin: auto; color: black; font-family: Georgia; text-size: 6pt"]Two things of note, here: Bastille could see auras, and was constantly tracking his Clanmates; Bastille was also very familiar with the pranking plague that was ImmortalHD. So, he tended to keep his guard up when around the older male, and typically scanned the area whenever he realized he was nearby. As the bengal headed towards Imm's aura, bored, he came to a stop when he realized the aura he was tracking from the other side of the room was radiating from a box, which was... interesting.
Arching a brow, Bastille sat down where he was (read as: a safe distance away), and decided to wait to see what this idiot was up to now. (It was a fond term. Sort of.)
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]