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Bastion was spoiled, that much had to be admitted to. Granted it never came from his parents but from those around him instead. Those that decided to treat him as his appearance would dictate, as a young child. And of course Bastion delighted in it. It just secured the thought that he was better than everyone else around him. Continually he was allowed to do things that others weren't permitted to do. He had earned the favor of his leaders. Sure, he was peculiar but one could never say that he didn't live up to his job. He got his work done. He even maintained the specifications of his co-rank as well. So for all of his oddities he was efficient at the very least.

His loyalty was with Salsola but it might not exactly be first and foremost. After all one had to look after themselves before they could look after another. At least that is the way it was for Bastion. He could never think of leaving Salsola or of betraying the family. But that didn't mean that he was about to lay down his life for them either. That was just insanity. No, Bastion would continue to do his own thing. He worked too hard on enhancing and extending his own life to give it away so easily. But so long as no harm or ill was presented to him then he had no problems remaining devout to Salsola. Self preservation would always remain number one with him though. It was why he had others to fight for him.

Having been allowed upon Sirius's lap Bastion went through with the greeting, seeking to nuzzle and lick each of the Boss's cheeks in turn. And it being him he couldn't just take the warning in silence. "But... greeting...?" It really was a catch twenty-two for him. He was too short to adhere to cultural norms and display the proper greeting unless he were to break another law and end up touching the higher ranked male in some other manner. After all it be improper for the King to end up kneeling for him. So in some fashion or another a custom would have to be broken in his case.

But the reprimand seemed as if it were to only be a light verbal one for the other male had already moved on to other matters and allowed for Bastion to keep his current placement. Bastion grinned and wiggled lightly in excitement, his tail twitching behind him. "Presents." Each of his hands held up an odd item. The tails were unconventional and that was why he liked them so much. Sure, they were small in comparison to the male that he was giving them to and so they weren't really fit to be worn but that had never stopped Bastion before. "Found two. At water." The incomplete sentences should be something that should be used to at this point. Bastion simply spoke the bare minimum that was needed to get his point across. He had no idea what animals the tails were from but he had found them both down at the water. They were new to him and so he had to have them. For all he knew Sirius might be able to identify them with the slight information that Bastion had given him.


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