05-12-2018, 10:53 PM
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Bastille had a sweet tooth. He didn't really like that fact, and liked it even less because he knew it came from Echo (who, for the record, did not seem even nearly the type. Zaniel, sure -- that idiot had an addictive personality. But Echo? Seriously?). That being said, it was one of his preferences that passed on that he wasn't desperately trying to smother. Sure, he might not admit it if someone asked, but he still gave into the temptation for sweets on occasion; it was a different denial than his flat out refusal to let drugs or vodka within three feet of him out of principle. It was... manageable.
So, the call for cookies wasn't exactly a repellant, and besides: it was Hazel. His mouth ticked up in amusement as he appeared a few paces behind Luna, teleporting mid-step as he eyed the girl briefly. The sight of her covered in flour prompted a laugh, and he shot her an amused look as he drawled, "What, did you cover yourself with the other set of chocolate chip supplies?" He gave Arion's neck a light pat before nudging the colt out of the way, scooping up a chocolate chip cookie with a grin. [b]"Cute effort though, princess."
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]