[ Ah, yes. Just short of high class. His favorite sort of place to go when closely resembling a drowned rat.
In truth, in spite of being soaked to the skin with his hair haphazardly swiped away from his face he is, somehow, managing to give the impression of still being somewhat put together.
...Qui-Gon for comparison may be helping with that.
He says nothing about the hand on his shoulder, though it causes him just a flicker of fond amusement. That same amusement colors his voice: ]
Yes, Master.
[ He removes the heavy wet cloak and drapes it over the back of his chair before he seats himself. ]
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In truth, in spite of being soaked to the skin with his hair haphazardly swiped away from his face he is, somehow, managing to give the impression of still being somewhat put together.
...Qui-Gon for comparison may be helping with that.
He says nothing about the hand on his shoulder, though it causes him just a flicker of fond amusement. That same amusement colors his voice: ]
Yes, Master.
[ He removes the heavy wet cloak and drapes it over the back of his chair before he seats himself. ]
Did our arrival here interrupt a thought?