BASTIEN
Bastien truly wasn't sure if he was expecting Deimos to actually respond to what he was saying: he was speaking out into the air and whether or not someone was actually there, he was likely going to be doing it for the next several months. When the short reply did come he was walking to pick up the ashes in their box, hands lingering around it as if lifting it from the table would be some huge step.
"..You're right, though I'd like to believe she'd have shed at least a tear for me." He joked, but didn't laugh; he picked up the ashes.
Going to put them on the stairs for the time being so he could move them upstairs later, he came back into the room and leaned against the wall for a moment, looking at all the chairs stacked up against the wall successfully and nodding. "These things on the ceiling, next. They aren't to keep, so you can be as rough as you need to to get them down." Bastien himself began to reach up and pull down the paper stars and blue fabrics, perhaps a little harder than he had to.
Pausing with crumpled golden paper in his hands, he looked over as if a thought had just occurred. "..You knew her long before I did. Could you...I don't know. Do you have something you want to share about her? I know you are not the talking type, but...I am desperate for all of her I never got to see right now. I will miss so much."
"..You're right, though I'd like to believe she'd have shed at least a tear for me." He joked, but didn't laugh; he picked up the ashes.
Going to put them on the stairs for the time being so he could move them upstairs later, he came back into the room and leaned against the wall for a moment, looking at all the chairs stacked up against the wall successfully and nodding. "These things on the ceiling, next. They aren't to keep, so you can be as rough as you need to to get them down." Bastien himself began to reach up and pull down the paper stars and blue fabrics, perhaps a little harder than he had to.
Pausing with crumpled golden paper in his hands, he looked over as if a thought had just occurred. "..You knew her long before I did. Could you...I don't know. Do you have something you want to share about her? I know you are not the talking type, but...I am desperate for all of her I never got to see right now. I will miss so much."
If we should be arrested before we sleep
I'll see you outside in a few days or in a few weeks
I'll see you outside in a few days or in a few weeks
