Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26208189-20150905022733/@comment-3991308-20150910110121

Bastion's face was plastered with a grin. "Really, a good storyteller? I mean, I guess," he said, with a shrug and a laugh. "My best friend gets me to beta-check her fanfiction. Didn't know that femslash was this useful, though."

The girl introduced herself as Calli, and Bas recognised that name immediately. He heard rumours, of course, but just waved those off. His thoughts had been 'ehhh, her legends are dying off anyway, and they're so obscure, what's to worry?'. As a D'Aulnoy tale, Bas always felt a sense of protection... especially from the plebians, the non-Europeans, the obscures. Calli – or at least, the idea he got of Calli from all the stories – pretty much satisfied all of those.

He bit his tongue, an odd mix of nervousness and spite at himself, for, well, thinking so rudely! Here he was, the guy who praised himself for being open-minded, and respectful. Bas wanted to cover his mouth and hide into a corner. Sure, he didn't say any of those things, but he still thought it.

"Bas," he finally said after his face shifted through a myriad of emotions. "I'm a racial minority, too."

Why did he say that? Why did he have to say that? What was he expecting – solidarity?