BASTIEN
I'm feeling devious
You're looking glamorous
You're looking glamorous
Bastien was 'cleaning', though he had been distracted so many times from the task that it was getting hard to justify the word. In the time since Longnight the Sanctuary had admittedly gotten messy, a mix of neglect and angry refusal to do anything about it leaving it in a state. As much as Bastien was still not always in the mood to sort it all out, he knew it wasn't a good environment for a child; he had forced himself to start, tidying up scattered things he'd dropped halfway through tasks, dusting the dark shelves.
Azrael stayed in a crib by the door (he'd heard once that fresh air was good for babies, and while that probably didn't count for Ascended babies, he felt like it was still nice); he let some relaxing music play and was lost in his own world, thinking and moving things around, entirely absorbed in the work until there was a voice at the door.
"Oh--Hello, Oliver." He said after a moment, pulling himself out of his thoughts and stepping close to the door to move Azrael's crib so that Oliver could come into the room. "What is it you need? I don't mind giving supplies or letting you use the space, but I'm not sure I am up to giving any advice nor lessons, at the moment."
Azrael stayed in a crib by the door (he'd heard once that fresh air was good for babies, and while that probably didn't count for Ascended babies, he felt like it was still nice); he let some relaxing music play and was lost in his own world, thinking and moving things around, entirely absorbed in the work until there was a voice at the door.
"Oh--Hello, Oliver." He said after a moment, pulling himself out of his thoughts and stepping close to the door to move Azrael's crib so that Oliver could come into the room. "What is it you need? I don't mind giving supplies or letting you use the space, but I'm not sure I am up to giving any advice nor lessons, at the moment."
Let's get mischievous
and polyamorous
and polyamorous
