05-12-2018, 09:33 PM
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Rin. It was short, simple -- the type of nickname Bastille liked to stamp on people (ironically, he seemed to have a nickname for everyone, despite not being the most social of butterflies; he really didn't seem like the type to go doling out individual names, but in reality he was too lazy to keep saying full names and found nicknames to be a must -- hell, he didn't even saw his own full name ever). Sometimes he used his own nickname for someone (HD was Imm or Immy in his mind), but Rin would do. Which reminded him that he should probably introduce himself.
"I'm Bast," he supplied after a nod, glancing first towards Luna and then Hazel as they arrived. He lingered briefly on the cocoa femme; she had slipped back into the quieter tone, the more shy and fragile Hazel that had first arrived on their border. Maybe it was the strangers aspect of things, though she seemed like the type to greet others with boundless joy. Interesting, that. He glanced away, however, and added, "Yeah, Luna's on it. We're all probably headed back to the Observatory anyway, so we can just show you to camp." He was already turning in that direction, evidently ready to do away with the idle niceties.
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]