BASTIEN
Bastien took the decorations that he and Deimos had gathered and put them to one side next to the stack of paintings; they would be burnt later, but after the almost reverent way the other man had taken them down, he felt guilty so obviously putting them in a trash pile right away. Perhaps he could keep a couple of the stars, he thought, as he looked down at it: in a book somewhere, flattened until he could handle looking at them again.
"People...?" Despite himself, he was curious enough about that to ask it as he would about any other story, looking up with a frown. "If you're stealing a person...isn't that kidnapping? Tsk, Rexanna." Bastien aimed this last chastising towards the paintings, as if she was hiding within them.
Going to the table which had held her ashes and painting, he went to hold one side of it and nodded to the other, indicating for Deimos to come and help him move it: there were more that needed to be put back too, pushed along the back wall. "Do go on, though. Did you think her good at this work?" He asked as they lifted it, finding having something to speak about made it easier to get through the minutes.
"People...?" Despite himself, he was curious enough about that to ask it as he would about any other story, looking up with a frown. "If you're stealing a person...isn't that kidnapping? Tsk, Rexanna." Bastien aimed this last chastising towards the paintings, as if she was hiding within them.
Going to the table which had held her ashes and painting, he went to hold one side of it and nodded to the other, indicating for Deimos to come and help him move it: there were more that needed to be put back too, pushed along the back wall. "Do go on, though. Did you think her good at this work?" He asked as they lifted it, finding having something to speak about made it easier to get through the minutes.
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
