[ he doesn't pack much himself, even with how long he's been living in the city. even when he had his own apartment, most of the furniture there had been set up there by the dominant he'd had prior to diana (whose name he sure has won't ever bring up again), and when he'd left, all he'd really taken with him were a bundle of his clothes and his dog, along with a box of rosie's belongings which amounted to probably much more than he owned himself.
but he's always kept light, never wanting to really attach himself to any one place. it's easier to move around that way. ]
Yeah, they got takeout over there too? [ he shuffles over to that open space she provides, settling down beside her on the couch as he peers over the food upon the table. ] How different is it? World like this compared to, uh, other planets, I guess?
[ earth boy who never really believed in things like aliens or the supernatural still has a hard time with the concept of space living. ]
[She sits back in the couch, pulling on of her legs to her chest as she got comfortable. Maybe itβs because she still isnβt used to having people so close to her, but she feels even more aware of their height difference, telling herself to not think about anything else. The last thing she wants is to make this awkward.
Then again thatβs definitely what the city loves to do.
The conversation being on her home helps though. Itβs something familiar and easy for her. Leaning forward, she moves to grab a fried wonton.]
I had to move around a lot. My father tried running from the Imperial Army when the Republic fell. I was only 2 at the time. We lived on one of the wealthiest planets. Then we moved to an uninhabited one. It was just mostly farmers like us. And then when they took him, I essentially became a criminal at 6. If they found me, they would use me against my father. So I had to move around a lot.
Most planets Iβve been to are more like the Down though. Theyβre on the Outer Rim where itβs easier to blend in, hide in plain site. Food can be a luxury though. Iβve survived on worse things.
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but he's always kept light, never wanting to really attach himself to any one place. it's easier to move around that way. ]
Yeah, they got takeout over there too? [ he shuffles over to that open space she provides, settling down beside her on the couch as he peers over the food upon the table. ] How different is it? World like this compared to, uh, other planets, I guess?
[ earth boy who never really believed in things like aliens or the supernatural still has a hard time with the concept of space living. ]
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Then again thatβs definitely what the city loves to do.
The conversation being on her home helps though. Itβs something familiar and easy for her. Leaning forward, she moves to grab a fried wonton.]
I had to move around a lot. My father tried running from the Imperial Army when the Republic fell. I was only 2 at the time. We lived on one of the wealthiest planets. Then we moved to an uninhabited one. It was just mostly farmers like us. And then when they took him, I essentially became a criminal at 6. If they found me, they would use me against my father. So I had to move around a lot.
Most planets Iβve been to are more like the Down though. Theyβre on the Outer Rim where itβs easier to blend in, hide in plain site. Food can be a luxury though. Iβve survived on worse things.