BASTIEN
Oh, Bastien knew now about the twin's father and all the Kingdoms and so on; it was still a complex and sordid tale he didn't want to dwell too long on, but Rexanna had told him enough that it had stuck in his head. "You know...before I came here, most of my acquaintances didn't have two of anything, most lived on the streets. So many of you come from histories were it seems like you were rubbing elbows with Kings every week. Do you ever miss that...glamour? If, of course, you ever considered it that." It was a point made slowly and with several pauses, Bastien's usual easy-flowing philosophical wonderings not coming to his tongue as easily.
With the tables back in place, the studio was beginning to look far more like it's normal self. Only thing to do now was to restore what had been on the tables before: Bastien went to a corner and pulled a sheet off a pile of boxes, which he gestured to Deimos needed to go atop the tables: he could sort them out later.
The reaction to his old assumption actually did draw out from him the first laugh he'd had in the nebulous time since Rexanna had died. "Still, it's clear you meant a lot to her. She spoke fondly of you."
With the tables back in place, the studio was beginning to look far more like it's normal self. Only thing to do now was to restore what had been on the tables before: Bastien went to a corner and pulled a sheet off a pile of boxes, which he gestured to Deimos needed to go atop the tables: he could sort them out later.
The reaction to his old assumption actually did draw out from him the first laugh he'd had in the nebulous time since Rexanna had died. "Still, it's clear you meant a lot to her. She spoke fondly of you."
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
