05-10-2018, 11:42 PM
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Bastille had no real draw towards shiny things that some did. He didn't collect jewelry, gems, metals -- nothing of the sort; the only things he had any sort of desire to hoard were books, and those were... not shiny, to say the least. (Well, some of the covers had metallic foiling or decor, but that was minor.) He held onto his mother's french coin, but that was out of an innate sense of loyalty. If not for her, he wouldn't carry any accessories, probably.
That being said, he was bored and this was Suite, so he may as well show up and partake in her task assignment. The bengal seemed to be in a much better mood the last few days, with significantly reduced accidents cropping up, but he neither mentioned it or seemed to notice when someone pointed it out (in reality, he was ignoring them).
As he ambled up to the shoreline, he peered at her pile of glass and had the vague side thought that Hazel would enjoy these, probably more than was healthy, honestly. He wasn't sure why he had that impression, or why it came to mind, but he chose to ignore that as well and instead drawled, "Yo." He eyed the shoreline, and after a beat, started to trail along with vague intensions of collecting shards.
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]