04-29-2018, 10:15 PM
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Probably lost, Bastille wagered, though he didn't really care enough to actually pose the suggestion to the group. Let the kiddo speak for herself, and all that jazz. He did feel a little sympathetic about the anxiety mingled in with her aura, but hey -- Bast probably would not help matters by actually participating in the conversation. Instead he simply stuck by Margy's side, a few paces away but drawn towards her and Suite regardless. He studied the young girl and offered a nod in greeting, choosing to wait and see what she said before he started badgering her with more questions.
Probably lost, Bastille wagered, though he didn't really care enough to actually pose the suggestion to the group. Let the kiddo speak for herself, and all that jazz. He did feel a little sympathetic about the anxiety mingled in with her aura, but hey -- Bast probably would not help matters by actually participating in the conversation. Instead he simply stuck by Margy's side, a few paces away but drawn towards her and Suite regardless. He studied the young girl and offered a nod in greeting, choosing to wait and see what she said before he started badgering her with more questions.
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]