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[Books Meme from @beroya-vhett.]

📚 (oh no time to find out Boba's a bookworm) ------------

"I hope you're not here to kill somebody." Thera kept her voice low, a glance cast up to that impervious faceplate. Her hands, meanwhile, were busy with the stall-holder's goods, leafing through the holobooks on the table and ignoring the sudden freeze that took over the stall at the sight of familiar Beskar.

She could also add a flippant, we have to stop meeting like this, even if she had noticed Slave I in one of the docking bays when she flew in. Working in the same circles and sometimes for the same Hutt it was inevitable that they'd cross paths, but it occasionally felt like the Galaxy (or the Force, if you put stock in such things) was having a quiet joke.

She was also giving him the benefit of the doubt that he might go anywhere for reasons other than a job - even the most feared hunter in the Galaxy needed down-time now and again. Even if she hadn't figured he'd be looking for that at a market bookstore.

On the other hand, he probably hadn't expected to find her there, either.

send 🗣 for my muse to blurt out the first thing they think of when they see your muse.

Send “📚” and I will flip to a random page in a book and use the first line of dialogue I see as a starter. - Congrats, you got "the Worst Journey in the World" Graphic Novel

"He paid $1,000 for the privilege of being here, just like you, little millionaire."

Jaing rolls his eyes under the helmet. Just because- actually wait, he can say that. "Just because he paid, doesn't mean he can stay." And he continues to hold onto to the squirming Bo'ika's arm.

Kal'buir had been musing about how they didn't know what happened to Boba after Genosis, about how he regretted not tracking him down... Well, when he said that kind of thing enough, even if he never asked about it, even when the trail is years old in a hell of a civil war-

Jaing tracks down Boba, at a bar slash fighting pit on some backwater planet, acting as a bounty hunter and claiming to be working with Bossk.

Little Gods and Stars Above, that kid was going to give him a headache.

Send 🗡 to hold a blade to my muse's throat for their reaction! Send 'reverse + 🗡' for my muse (receiver) to hold a blade to your muse's throat. || @beroya-vhett

There was no usual singing in the Force that accompanied the arrival of Bron'ig's enemies. Rather, there was no warning at all, which was simultaneously impressive and horrifying for the fallen Jedi as the beskar kal slid delicately across his neck, kissing the canvas, not yet painting it.

Shoulders falling back, neck extending up, Bron'ig felt his back hit the person behind him. Heart pounding in his chest, all he could do was let out a joyless laugh that held a sharpness to it, edging on delirious.

The fallen Jedi searched out in the Force. The signature felt familiar, like an old melody one once heard while on vacation, but not one that he could place. It carried a resolved anger that the Force easily embraced, humming with the promise of conflict.

Bron'ig knew that, right now, the dark side was a neutral entity. It would neither help nor hinder; it would merely watch. And how cruel that felt, to now have to prove himself. His saber sat at the small of his back, usually safe when the Force protected him, but now easier for his adversary to grab than for him.

[Sunday Question Meme from @beroya-vhett.]

13. Are they openly flirtatious/sexual, or are they quite private? ------------

That depends on the circumstances. Generally, in public and/or among people she doesn't know well, her default setting is not. Even in appropriate situations (ie social rather than business) Thera doesn't want to behave in ways that would lead someone on or make them think she's open to things she's really not.

Once she's comfortable with someone this changes, from a little to a lot depending on their relationship. Her usual 'thing' is 'friends to lovers', but she still doesn't openly flirt with a friend unless she would be OK with him taking her seriously. Mostly it'll be just kidding around, and if that's where it stays she's fine with it - but she's also the living embodiment of 'ha ha, just kidding ... unless ...?' But she doesn't do the 'kidding' unless she's truly open to 'unless'.

Send "toss" for my muse to pick yours up and throw them.

"Gotta get your swim training done sometime, Bo."

"Let me help." Without waiting for a response, without waiting to check if the little shit had even heard him, Jaing grabbed him under the shoulders, lifted under the arms (oooaff heavy, Bo'ika was hitting that mid-childhood growth sprut), and spun to get enough momentum.

Send my muse a deadly sin and they’ll confess to something they’ve done related to that sin.

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ I guess it could be considered greedy but... it was one Halloween and we had a candy bowl that anyone could come by and grab some free candy. We were filling the bowl and there were bags of, I think they were call bit of honey? Those candies... I may have taken a bag for myself... when no one was looking... ❞

@beroya-vhett ♥'d for a starter

Obi-Wan, Ben, as he went after the fall of the Republic was walking the slightly crowded markets of Tatooine. Anchorhead was bustling and would much rather prefer to stay away from the bustling hub, but supplies were low and one must do what they must.

The former Jedi Master often stuck to himself, preferring to interact with a few trusted vendors and then be on his way.

Today started out as a normal day, yet the closer his speeder got to the marketplace the anxieties in the pit of his stomach grew stronger. Obi-Wan wasn't quite sure if it was a warning from the Force or if it was just his general anxieties about straying too far from Luke and the Lars homestead.

Even still, the man did not allow his anxieties to get in the way of his task. His hands toyed with the edges of his sleeves as he perused the newer vendors that tended to pop up. That was the most dangerous part of Anchorhead; there was obviously the regular vendors, but it was such a hub of activity in the Outer Rim that it was not uncommon to have temporary pop-up stalls. And while the newer items were nice, it was the biggest cause for Obi-Wan anxieties. Despite being in the Outer Rim, and the general disdain for the Empire, everyone had their price. Especially in a place as downtrodden as Tatooine.

A glimpse of metal out of the corner of his eye and a gentle push from the Force had his attention to a familiar form: Mandalorian armor. The ginger desperately hoped the bounty hunter was looking somewhere else. A whisper in the back of his head told him that wasn't the case judging by the minute way the other's spine straightened.

Mind racing, and most notably not trying to panic, Obi-Wan most certainly, and definitely didn't run away. He carefully walked very briskly away hoping he could pull it off as a mistake, pretending he had no reason to be worried about the figure.