[ME] Bad Times, Good Art

Edy #nofilter In hot pink ink with sparkles (where from? nevermind), a large e was added to the sign. "If you're gonna be exclusory Basty-boy, at least spell it right." Edy hummed with a cheeky grin, Bobi at her heels. Folding her arms, the Launceleyn-girl skipped away from the artists hoble, or whatever it was now. Once upon a time Bastien had been cool, or so Edy had thought. But he'd turned out to be precisely the same as he was in bed: all talk, no follow-up. A party? She doubted it.