"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" No, literally, his features were still tormented by the aftermath of his most recent tussle with Edward. With a ravening smirk, his gaze darted to the Pacific Diner menu, scanning the options as if he hadn't decided what to eat before having penetrated the eatery, "Hope you weren't around to witness my bullshit." The crowd had been a blur of faces, and with his attention concentrated on Eddy, he hadn't registered a single person.
Returning his attention to Arisa, Bash relaxed against the aged vinyl booth, an arm stretching along the back of the chair. "You trying to share an order of onion rings or what?" // @ofmoonlightx












