04-24-2018, 03:09 PM
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Bastille wasn't too big on social activity, particularly not when his mood was so quick to sour. Ordinarily, he would at least force himself to attend and keep track of his Clanmates. He didn't particularly care for them all -- he was still learning something other than apathy -- but he could at least make an effort. "Bonding" was far from his favorite activity, but he would participate on a surface level.
Today, however, he was more interested in avoidance. He saw the group gathering and would have bailed the fuck out if not for Grimm's insistence that they draw closer, latching onto the word "story." So, Lup had stories to share, and Grimm wanted them. Groaning to himself, Bastille slunk over to the group and settled down with a vaguely sullen look, gaze flickering over the others very briefly. Rather than introduce himself or offer pleasantries, he seemed content to wait and listen to what else Lup had to share.
(Grimm was quite intrigued by tales of the galaxy, something he didn't have that much stored away about. Bastille ignored his prodding requests that Bast inquire for more details.)
Bastille wasn't too big on social activity, particularly not when his mood was so quick to sour. Ordinarily, he would at least force himself to attend and keep track of his Clanmates. He didn't particularly care for them all -- he was still learning something other than apathy -- but he could at least make an effort. "Bonding" was far from his favorite activity, but he would participate on a surface level.
Today, however, he was more interested in avoidance. He saw the group gathering and would have bailed the fuck out if not for Grimm's insistence that they draw closer, latching onto the word "story." So, Lup had stories to share, and Grimm wanted them. Groaning to himself, Bastille slunk over to the group and settled down with a vaguely sullen look, gaze flickering over the others very briefly. Rather than introduce himself or offer pleasantries, he seemed content to wait and listen to what else Lup had to share.
(Grimm was quite intrigued by tales of the galaxy, something he didn't have that much stored away about. Bastille ignored his prodding requests that Bast inquire for more details.)
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]