#odelia ft. bast.

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TEXTS || ODELIA & BAST

ODELIA: How is it possible that you have so little regard for yourself?

ODELIA: How long did you let yourself go without any help?!

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Bast ft. Odelia

Self awareness wasn’t Bast’s strong suit but he was capable of understanding that he was shit at communicating over text message.  The curse had worn off but it hadn’t mattered much. He still found himself standing outside of Odelia’s door awkwardly and scrolling over the text messages.  Part of him was convinced that he was overreacting. 

Part of him would gnaw at him over what if he wasn’t. After all, everyone had been acting completely off while they were cursed.  He stuffed his cell into the pocket of his old leather jacket and knocked on Odelia’s door. He waited; albeit not patiently.  This is stupid. She’s going to think you’re a stalker.  He sighed as he regretted his own decisions as he waited for her to answer the door. He just needed to confirm she was, actually, okay. And then he could leave it be. And if she concluded he was a stalker, well.... he’d been thought of as much worse.