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[@Plank Sinatra] [@Kaithas]

[i]They're going to kill me.[/i]

Bastille’s leader reached his conclusion calmly, as soon as Lauren rounded the corner and was followed swiftly by Amy. He wasn't entirely sure how they'd found him so quickly, but figuring it out was rapidly taking a back seat to issues [s]bursting at[/s] pushing their way to the forefront of his mind. Among them when he was going to be able to replace some of his doomed clothes, though figuring that out was proving to require to much focus for his mind.

Ben inhaled deeply, slowly, and gave a strikingly relaxed grin. It was the only way. Never show weakness. 

[color=00aeef]”Morning, girls. I appreciate the help, but I didn't bring any of [i]your[/i] clothes.”[/color] He shrugged apologetically, gesturing at them and slipping his thumbs into his pockets. Joyous Guard wasn't at all heavy on his back, thanks to its Dust, but thinking about its specs was helping keep him focused. [color=00aeef]”Guess we’ll have to go back to the dorm to get ‘em.”

“Should help with not freaking out the visitors, too.”[/color]