he dressed and looked as he pleased, and he cared little for the ‘subtle’ jabs and glances from his fellow senators when he arrived in his tatooine garb. but he at least liked to be clean before entering the senatorial chambers, so he slipped into one of the nearby ‘freshers to rinse off the dust, sand, and blood — he couldn’t remember where the dried rust-red originated from today, whether it was his or not — from the harrowing chase and flight from his home-planet. when his eyes raised to the looking glass, he ran a hand over his skin and hair, pausing when he saw padmé reflected behind him in the ‘fresher’s doorway. he had to remember the etiquette of locking the kriffing doors on coruscant. “padmé.” he turned towards her, reaching for a drying cloth simultaneously, face flushing in embarrassment. “well ——— i’m a bit late to the session, as you can see.” // @amidalc / ♥’d ; open
