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Dresses and fancy events where something Ximena hasn’t thought about for a while. Sure, she tagged along to a few when her mother became a senator, but what was when she was younger. She can’t even remember the last time she wore a fancy dress, let alone heels. Admittedly, she felt a little silly, but knowing she was going to this event with Syrbanish eased her nerves.

Once her hidden holster was secured in place, and she triple checked herself in the mirror top to bottom to make sure everything was in place, she headed to meet up with her teammate.

“Hey Jay! I’m going to mess up Damien’s office! Do you want to help?”

Aukuna was still used to this ‘romantic affections’ thing, but had taken up his sister’s advice in watching a couple romantic films. Thus, leading him to discover the trope of affection, even during another persons task; the Zabrak weaving large but careful arms around the Chiss’ waist.

Audraki was definitely not mature in most settings, contrasting her Mirialan girlfriend. Still, Eluri knew how to have fun, and that was one of the many things she loved about her. Being able to wind down and play around after a long day was something that kept what sanity the Zabrak had left intact.

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Damien had lost track of time, and was leaving City Hall at the respectable time of one am. The streets were quiet, and it was always a strange time to walk. Crime was low, but the cane was held tight in his right hand, just in case.

He turned a corner, only to see a young man in very strange attire, as though it was a spin on a farmhand's uniform. Despite the time, his sense of duty overruled common sense.

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