05-09-2018, 11:47 PM
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Bastille looked downright gloomy as he joined them, eyeing the fireman's hat with a look that was more morose than angry. He wasn't angry, really -- he recognized that this would be fucking hilarious if it was anyone else. Actually, it was still fucking hilarious, but he was still a little gloomy about his inability to control his powers in the slightest bit. He was trying, okay? "You're a comedian, Maes," he huffed, though again, he seemed to accept the indirect roast good naturedly.
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]