BASTIEN
Isla arrived in her white coat, which Bastien actually found quite fetching; it was unique, at the least. She seemed to want to have it off though, so he gestured to hooks on the wall where it could be hung, next to garments of all kinds of shapes, sizes and colours. Her coat would look drab between the sparkling slips and dyed scarves, but Bastien had a lot of experience taking dull things and making them come alive.
"Well. You, I and the spirit of boheme. Come, sit. I have prepared you some tools to create with. You will perhaps find them not so different from the scalpel or bandage you use in your normal work." Bastien said serenely, going to sit on the edge of the stage. Very much switched on for pretentious speeches and stares into the middle distance. For now the robe stayed on.
"Well. You, I and the spirit of boheme. Come, sit. I have prepared you some tools to create with. You will perhaps find them not so different from the scalpel or bandage you use in your normal work." Bastien said serenely, going to sit on the edge of the stage. Very much switched on for pretentious speeches and stares into the middle distance. For now the robe stayed on.
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!
