Half-Note-Prodigy
Bastion
Bastion stared at his feet for a few seconds before looking back and the very pretty flower he had hoped to touch before.
"I-I'm... B-bastion... Bastion Le Gris..."
Bastion said never taking his eyes of the flower, he didn't want to look the girl in the eyes for he had not made much contact with many other people. He had only truly talked to his parents back in his home, his home he doesn't even know where it is. He didn't want to talk yet he enjoyed the girl taking some interest in him. Bastion rubbed his thumbs together then he looked at her, his skin a shade of pale that would make a normal person seem sick. His pearly white hair covered half his face, hiding behind his hair his foggy, dull green eyes stared at the girl in a way almost as if he were scared but interested by the girl. Why did she start talking to him?