#faur

Faur Sunderhorn, the Golbin killer.

They/them/anything really because they don't care.

Explorare urbană, plimbare la Uzinele Faur

you know, tarsus, that famous centaur youtuber

arc: 3 page: 135

… read Lost Honey here: www.losthoney.com

… start at the beginning here: 1st page

More Faur.

This one’s just a short blurb about Dalka and Faur, they are totally normal together, no underlying versions of eachother that they wish they could be, no sir, completely well adjusted Jedi master and Creedbound Vizsla

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Dalka rested his Buy’ce on the back of the couch, feeling the muscles in his back relax as he sunk further into the sofa. He lets out a soft laugh and rubs one gloved hand over his visor lazily “ya ever wonder what it would be like if we didn’t sneak around like what we’re doing is illegal,” he mutters.

Faur just raises an eyebrow from his chair at the table, putting down his holopad on the table and folding his hands in his lap “we aren’t doing anything illegal, letting siblings visit one another is hardly the worst thing to be done, I’m sure you’ve done worse just this past month.”

Dalka snorted and sat up properly, rolling his shoulders back and relishing in the cracking noise it makes “you Jedi have a weird way around the rules,” he says lightly “is it technically lying if nobody ever asks so we don’t admit to it?” He pipes up his voice as if to mock Faur.

“You are truly terrible at copying voices,” Faur says lightly, picking up the holopad again and scrolling to the next page of the book he was reading.

Dalka just slowly turns his head to look over the back of the couch at Faur, this time when he spoke it was a perfect Mirialan accent “I was doing it to be funny but you had to question my mimicking abilities.”

Faur just smiled and sighed gently, picking up his shig cup and taking a sip “you sound like my father now, my accent is much less coastal.”

“This is exactly how you sound!” Dalka gets up from the couch to stalk over, still perfectly copying Faur’s accent “you don’t even have a costal accent your from the city!”

“Hm, maybe.” Faur says, setting his shig cup down and putting the holopad on his lap as he looked up at Dalka.

Dalka just leaned down and hit their foreheads together, his normal thick accent back when he spoke “stop doing things to piss me off.”

“A Vizsla temper isn’t a good look on you,” Faur says tilting his head back enough that his nose hit Dalka’s helmet.

Dalka laughed and pulled back, pulling out the chair near him and sitting down on it, slouching rather dramatically and stretching his legs out “Come on Jedi, educate me, I’m sure you’re reading something that is bound to help you be a more well rounded person.”

Faur let him self chuckle a little bit “it’s a book about rancors,” he admits softly, picking the holopad back up “but I’m sure I could read you a bit.” He flipped the page and decided to start there.

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