BASTIEN
The first arrival was Oliver, decked out like he was going to a gay German techno bar the event of the decade, which Bastien liked to think he could provide. The outfit was suitable for his dancing debut later as well, which made the artist grin. As Oliver came up to ask his question, Bastien nodded. "Yes, I have plenty. Go upstairs, turn right...there should be all you could ever want and a mirror on the vanity by our bed."
Shortly after Oliver arrived, a squelchy, rhythmic thud began to sound, and it wasn't the expected one from the back room. His next guests, Amun and Loren, swiftly informed him of the source of these noises and before he spent time greeting them and potentially left anyone else to be splattered with pumpkin guts, he grabbed a broom and headed outside.
"Right, you have had your fun!" He called up to the squash on the roof, poking the broom up at them and pushing them back. "Go, or I will not hesitate to bring you down here and feed you to Pittore!" A defiant squeak from indoors continued this warning and for the moment, it seemed the Squashes were sufficiently cowed away. Determined not to have them ruin his event, Bastien thrust the broom forward one last time before he walked back in , leaving his tool by the door.
Clapping his hands together to see his guests, he gestured to the sink. "If you need to, do feel free to wash up. I apologise." Amun's attitude was noted and thus Bastien went to smile and shake Nate's hand, welcoming him, then went to speak to Loren. "I am glad you are here! I see you looking at the back door. Are you tempted...?"
Shortly after Oliver arrived, a squelchy, rhythmic thud began to sound, and it wasn't the expected one from the back room. His next guests, Amun and Loren, swiftly informed him of the source of these noises and before he spent time greeting them and potentially left anyone else to be splattered with pumpkin guts, he grabbed a broom and headed outside.
"Right, you have had your fun!" He called up to the squash on the roof, poking the broom up at them and pushing them back. "Go, or I will not hesitate to bring you down here and feed you to Pittore!" A defiant squeak from indoors continued this warning and for the moment, it seemed the Squashes were sufficiently cowed away. Determined not to have them ruin his event, Bastien thrust the broom forward one last time before he walked back in , leaving his tool by the door.
Clapping his hands together to see his guests, he gestured to the sink. "If you need to, do feel free to wash up. I apologise." Amun's attitude was noted and thus Bastien went to smile and shake Nate's hand, welcoming him, then went to speak to Loren. "I am glad you are here! I see you looking at the back door. Are you tempted...?"
Some people can't get success with their art
Some people never feel love in their heart
Some people can't tell the two things apart
But I keep rollin' on
Some people can't tell the two things apart
But I keep rollin' on
Base Code by Sky!
