BASTIEN
"Hm...I think the librarians would call it a mess. But authority is often bad at recognising art." Bastien nodded, sure that his 'installation' would be gone within the day if a caretaker here saw the books organised on the floor. A shame, because he felt they looked better there, at least where he was laying. The wall around them was almost comforting, made the space smaller and less threatening than endless corners where hallucinatory monsters could lurk.
His hand was touched and he looked over, not resisting the contact; Bastien had never been shy of it. "You know how?" He frowned, sitting up urgently too, leaning in close. "Tell me."
His hand was touched and he looked over, not resisting the contact; Bastien had never been shy of it. "You know how?" He frowned, sitting up urgently too, leaning in close. "Tell me."
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
