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[Feral feels the rattle in the force before he sees anyone. He's waiting for it, so maybe that's why he can feel the other dathomirian from so far away. When Hope steps inside the door and says hello he grins big, waving from behind the counter. He hadn't been able to resist tidying the caf bar while waiting after all.]

"Hope! You made it."

[He steps out around the side, coming forward to meet them at the door. The yellowy nightbrother is dressed in newer leather pants and combat boots, with a soft textured turtleneck lacking sleeves. The lot of it is in shades of dark brown, with a pair of belts holding a couple of side pouches and a utility knife at his hips.]

"Ready for tooka overload?"

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Hope, a red, heavily tattooed zabrak wearing a white tunic with brown trousers, with a leather messenger bag, pushed open the door to the café. For a moment, she just took in a deep breath, appreciating the atmosphere and feel of the place, before stepping fully inside, letting the door swing shut behind her.

The pink ribbons tied to several of her horns fluttered behind her as she turned to look at the other zabrak behind the counter. "Hi," she said, with a slight smile. "Glad I decided to come out to Coruscant, you've got a nice café here." Idly, she fidgeted with the hem of her tunic.

[exile-of-dathomir]

[Feral is back home and sitting on his bed in the studio beneath the cafe when the next message comes in. He smiles, sending back a quick reply.]

Hah, fair enough. It'll be a bit of a journey on public transit too, but we can walk a fair bit on our way. I holocalled their front office and made sure they knew we might be late, if your shuttle got delayed. Front desk guy named Zeus said he'd hold the room for us no matter when we showed up.

[Message sent, he stands up and cracks his back, then heads upstairs to go linger somewhere obvious, where Hope could easily find him.]

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Hope, a red, heavily tattooed zabrak wearing a white tunic with brown trousers, with a leather messenger bag, pushed open the door to the café. For a moment, she just took in a deep breath, appreciating the atmosphere and feel of the place, before stepping fully inside, letting the door swing shut behind her.

The pink ribbons tied to several of her horns fluttered behind her as she turned to look at the other zabrak behind the counter. "Hi," she said, with a slight smile. "Glad I decided to come out to Coruscant, you've got a nice café here." Idly, she fidgeted with the hem of her tunic.

[exile-of-dathomir]

[He replies back while shifting his weight slowly back and forth. He's got too much energy for standing around at a shopping counter for anything more than ten minutes, tops.]

Sounds good, I'll be ready for you, heh.

[Finally, finally, Hexa makes her picks. He accepts the bags handed to him as they go walking to the next location... the dreaded shoe store.]

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Hope, a red, heavily tattooed zabrak wearing a white tunic with brown trousers, with a leather messenger bag, pushed open the door to the café. For a moment, she just took in a deep breath, appreciating the atmosphere and feel of the place, before stepping fully inside, letting the door swing shut behind her.

The pink ribbons tied to several of her horns fluttered behind her as she turned to look at the other zabrak behind the counter. "Hi," she said, with a slight smile. "Glad I decided to come out to Coruscant, you've got a nice café here." Idly, she fidgeted with the hem of her tunic.

[exile-of-dathomir]

[Feral flashes a fangy grin at the tooka, spooning out a half cup of the tooka-special casserole. It's mostly spiceless meat and squash that had soaked up a bunch of bone broth, but the recipe came from a veterinarian who was very explicit about not over feeding a new stray, and not adding spices.]

[He slides the plate closer to the mysterious tooka, and starts closing up the consider to go back into storage.]

"What do you think of that, eh? I wonder if it needs warmed up..."

The tooka, cream and pink fur turned gold in the light, returns to the café, curling up juuuuust by the door and... watching, curiously. It makes no attempt to leave, just observing those inside.

- @mysterious-tooka (🎉 sideblog existence)

[It's in the ungodly hours of the morning, and Feral has dragged himself up to the cafe. He can't sleep. Nothing works to soothe the nightmares except for Rend, for a nightsister's magic, and the woman herself told him it's not good to make a crutch of it. So. Instead it's o-dark-thirty, and he's in the cafe making himself a drink.]

[Fifty percent of the way to sentience and most of the way through a mug of caffuccino, he spots The Mysterious Tooka. Instantly he perks up. The little guy (or gal?) has wandered by a couple times, but never stayed long.]

[Moving slowly, he sets the mug down and walks around the counter towards the door. Calm. Steady. As unthreatening as a man covered tip to toe in tattoos, with horns and fangs and claws can be.]

[Feral gets to the cafe door, and opens it carefully, trying to keep the chime from going off. He peers around the barrier of it, blinking curiously at the cream hued creature on the other side.]

[exile-of-dathomir]

[He sends a reply while still waiting at the checkout. Hexa had picked out a lot of custom items.]

My boss has more clothes than I've ever seen in my entire life, all put together. I'm trying to figure out if it's just her hobby, or if she's got like... a problem, haha.

[After a moment he adds:]

Do you want me to pick you up from the spaceport? Or meet at the cafe?

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Hope, a red, heavily tattooed zabrak wearing a white tunic with brown trousers, with a leather messenger bag, pushed open the door to the café. For a moment, she just took in a deep breath, appreciating the atmosphere and feel of the place, before stepping fully inside, letting the door swing shut behind her.

The pink ribbons tied to several of her horns fluttered behind her as she turned to look at the other zabrak behind the counter. "Hi," she said, with a slight smile. "Glad I decided to come out to Coruscant, you've got a nice café here." Idly, she fidgeted with the hem of her tunic.

[exile-of-dathomir]

[He's out shopping with Hexa when the message from hope arrives. Or, more accurately, he's out being a professional bag carrier.]

hey, getting on the ship in a bit

omw!

[Feral can't help but grin, very slowly typing out a reply one handed.]

Woo! How long is your flight?

"I can't decide! The red one? Oh but it makes my eyes look... washed out? Oh... but the cut is superb, isn't it? Feral darling, what do you think? The red one or the black one? Don't look at that green aberration, ignore it, but the dark blue isn't off the table..."

[He sends his reply off and looks up. The pau'an woman is posing in front of a panel of six full length mirrors, wearing a scarlet and brown dress that looked like something a holostar would wear. The mirrors reflect back color variations.]

"The red brings out your markings?"

[Feral throws that out like meat to the wolves, but it does make Hexa smile brightly, so... success?]

"You're so right, yes red it is."

[He sends another message to Hope as he waits by the checkout counter.]

Weird question for you... what's a normal amount of clothes for one person to have?

@exile-of-dathomir

Hope, a red, heavily tattooed zabrak wearing a white tunic with brown trousers, with a leather messenger bag, pushed open the door to the café. For a moment, she just took in a deep breath, appreciating the atmosphere and feel of the place, before stepping fully inside, letting the door swing shut behind her.

The pink ribbons tied to several of her horns fluttered behind her as she turned to look at the other zabrak behind the counter. "Hi," she said, with a slight smile. "Glad I decided to come out to Coruscant, you've got a nice café here." Idly, she fidgeted with the hem of her tunic.

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[At first the nebulous 'two weeks away' seems like some distant adventure, and his energy for it settles down into a holding pattern. The days tick by, and Feral spends them dedicatedly running the cafe in service to Hexa, waiting for Rend's next visit so he can see if she has a datapad or a commlink address so he could talk to her more often, and -of course- learning about life while chasing down anything that triggered his memories.]

[He texts back with Hope whenever they send him something, swaps messages with a few other acquaintances, and works out a lot... mostly by going outside in the darkest part of the night, and free running the city landscape.]

[Day after day trickles by, and steadily the two weeks begins to dwindle...]

@exile-of-dathomir

Hope, a red, heavily tattooed zabrak wearing a white tunic with brown trousers, with a leather messenger bag, pushed open the door to the café. For a moment, she just took in a deep breath, appreciating the atmosphere and feel of the place, before stepping fully inside, letting the door swing shut behind her.

The pink ribbons tied to several of her horns fluttered behind her as she turned to look at the other zabrak behind the counter. "Hi," she said, with a slight smile. "Glad I decided to come out to Coruscant, you've got a nice café here." Idly, she fidgeted with the hem of her tunic.

[exile-of-dathomir]

"Pssss pss psss?"

[He calls again as the tooka makes it's way around the counter, trying to call it backwards into the kitchens. There were probably regulations about this kind of thing, but they could suck it for one hour, just this once.]

"Pssp pssp... keep coming on back little dude, casserole awaits."

[He kips over to the conservator where the casserole is, pulls it out, and goes looking for a side plate to act as a dish, and a bowl to hold water.]

The tooka, cream and pink fur turned gold in the light, returns to the café, curling up juuuuust by the door and... watching, curiously. It makes no attempt to leave, just observing those inside.

- @mysterious-tooka (🎉 sideblog existence)

[It's in the ungodly hours of the morning, and Feral has dragged himself up to the cafe. He can't sleep. Nothing works to soothe the nightmares except for Rend, for a nightsister's magic, and the woman herself told him it's not good to make a crutch of it. So. Instead it's o-dark-thirty, and he's in the cafe making himself a drink.]

[Fifty percent of the way to sentience and most of the way through a mug of caffuccino, he spots The Mysterious Tooka. Instantly he perks up. The little guy (or gal?) has wandered by a couple times, but never stayed long.]

[Moving slowly, he sets the mug down and walks around the counter towards the door. Calm. Steady. As unthreatening as a man covered tip to toe in tattoos, with horns and fangs and claws can be.]

[Feral gets to the cafe door, and opens it carefully, trying to keep the chime from going off. He peers around the barrier of it, blinking curiously at the cream hued creature on the other side.]

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[Feral doesn't actually get back to checking his messages until that night, when he falls into bed a little early for once. Hope's confirmation about the day reminds him that it exists all over again, and he beams at his datapad in the dark. The video and commentary make him snicker as he sends a reply.]

Amazing. Corin has a gift for lingual brutality, don't they?

[He makes a mental note to look up that game tomorrow, and figure out... what the heck a hologame even was.]

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Hope, a red, heavily tattooed zabrak wearing a white tunic with brown trousers, with a leather messenger bag, pushed open the door to the café. For a moment, she just took in a deep breath, appreciating the atmosphere and feel of the place, before stepping fully inside, letting the door swing shut behind her.

The pink ribbons tied to several of her horns fluttered behind her as she turned to look at the other zabrak behind the counter. "Hi," she said, with a slight smile. "Glad I decided to come out to Coruscant, you've got a nice café here." Idly, she fidgeted with the hem of her tunic.

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[He smiles when that tail comes wandering up his leg, eyes sliding open, pupils a little wider than before.]

"Take me apart then, Quinn."

[Feral's head tilts, still cradled in his palm, as he watches them touch him with an insouciant air and a parted lips.]

// @exile-of-dathomir

Quinn hadn't cared to venture outside their house much, let alone leave their damn planet, but as one could imagine, the Cabin Fever got to them eventually. So, when Quinn's roommate Sanji offered to take them along as she does an off-world commission, they agreed.

Sanji, being a little too cautious about the situation, gave them a blaster, and a comlink, along with credits to protect themselves in the lower levels of Coruscant. The blaster was a little silly, as if their dangerous mutations weren't already enough...

The place had been rather unnerving to navigate. New patterns, new places, new people, were always at least a little upsetting, despite the curiosity. Thankfully, though, Quinn had finally found a decent spot to take a break. A Cafe. From the windows, it looked warm and inviting.

A little hesitantly, they enter, wearing long, large-heeled black boots reaching their knees, black shorts, and a dark blue, oversized men's shirt with the sleeves rolled up and top buttons undone. Long, black gloves cover their arms to their elbows. An outfit designed a little more for practicality, but with the personal touch of three, layered necklaces, each holding their own type of stone. One holds one that is pointed, polished, and purple. The second is raw and red, wrapped in gold wire. The third is a polished, pink, female body also wrapped in gold wire as if being held in Shibari.

Their tail drags behind them to a degree, despite being curled into a spiral to be smaller, and the wing boning on their back, whilst flat as it can be, are still clearly visible as they poke through hand-stitched holes in the back of their shirt.

Quinn hopes they aren't the strangest customer the Cafe has had. Lots of unnecessary attention is something they don't have much energy for.

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[He's in the middle of reading about the game that Corin seems to be playing when the next reply comes.]

two weeks tomorrow i think? let me check

oh and its your loss if you want to start playing games with corin and then he starts flirting with you. badly. hell probably stick to staying here, we tend to get public transport. huzzah for coruscant being easy to get to

btw i. appreciate it. lots.

anyway, that mean ill see you then?

[He laughs merrily at the idea of swapping between horrible vitriol and even worse flirting over voice chat while absolutely wasted and sucking at a hologame.]

Well now I've got to try playing, if for nothing else than trying to out horrible-flirting them while I die repeatedly.

[Feral swaps back to the holonet browser at the confirmation of their visit, and makes a reservation, then pops back over.]

//image: A reservation confirmation for an afternoon two weeks from the day after, for six hours in 'the moko moko room'. It appears to be a fat-cat and pufferfish themed room, with shag pillows in a circle booth, with a center table that was also an aquarium.

Yeah see you then. I might message you again before then though, if that's alright?

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Hope, a red, heavily tattooed zabrak wearing a white tunic with brown trousers, with a leather messenger bag, pushed open the door to the café. For a moment, she just took in a deep breath, appreciating the atmosphere and feel of the place, before stepping fully inside, letting the door swing shut behind her.

The pink ribbons tied to several of her horns fluttered behind her as she turned to look at the other zabrak behind the counter. "Hi," she said, with a slight smile. "Glad I decided to come out to Coruscant, you've got a nice café here." Idly, she fidgeted with the hem of her tunic.

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[He turns his wrist over, offering the more tender underside to their wandering fingers.]

"I'd like that. Didn't want to push... more than you wanted to be pushed."

[The light touch on his forearm makes his eyes flutter closed for a moment. A soft sound escapes him with a breath.]

"What do you want to do first then? Pick your poison, and I've probably done it with another man, but you'll be my first of any other variety. That'll tell you what kind of skills to expect, I hope."

// @exile-of-dathomir

Quinn hadn't cared to venture outside their house much, let alone leave their damn planet, but as one could imagine, the Cabin Fever got to them eventually. So, when Quinn's roommate Sanji offered to take them along as she does an off-world commission, they agreed.

Sanji, being a little too cautious about the situation, gave them a blaster, and a comlink, along with credits to protect themselves in the lower levels of Coruscant. The blaster was a little silly, as if their dangerous mutations weren't already enough...

The place had been rather unnerving to navigate. New patterns, new places, new people, were always at least a little upsetting, despite the curiosity. Thankfully, though, Quinn had finally found a decent spot to take a break. A Cafe. From the windows, it looked warm and inviting.

A little hesitantly, they enter, wearing long, large-heeled black boots reaching their knees, black shorts, and a dark blue, oversized men's shirt with the sleeves rolled up and top buttons undone. Long, black gloves cover their arms to their elbows. An outfit designed a little more for practicality, but with the personal touch of three, layered necklaces, each holding their own type of stone. One holds one that is pointed, polished, and purple. The second is raw and red, wrapped in gold wire. The third is a polished, pink, female body also wrapped in gold wire as if being held in Shibari.

Their tail drags behind them to a degree, despite being curled into a spiral to be smaller, and the wing boning on their back, whilst flat as it can be, are still clearly visible as they poke through hand-stitched holes in the back of their shirt.

Quinn hopes they aren't the strangest customer the Cafe has had. Lots of unnecessary attention is something they don't have much energy for.

[exile-of-dathomir]

[He thinks of three things to say about keeping them. Two of them bold, one of them humorous, and all of them lustful. Feral says none of them, setting an elbow to his right side on the table, and dropping his chin in that palm.]

"Noted. Do you want to talk about what we'd each like some more? Or something more light hearted? Honestly I think I'm just content that you're here. I wouldn't be upset if we went to bed tonight for just sleep."

[If he gets to hold and be held tonight, he'll consider the entire thing a success. He's hungry for it.]

// @exile-of-dathomir

Quinn hadn't cared to venture outside their house much, let alone leave their damn planet, but as one could imagine, the Cabin Fever got to them eventually. So, when Quinn's roommate Sanji offered to take them along as she does an off-world commission, they agreed.

Sanji, being a little too cautious about the situation, gave them a blaster, and a comlink, along with credits to protect themselves in the lower levels of Coruscant. The blaster was a little silly, as if their dangerous mutations weren't already enough...

The place had been rather unnerving to navigate. New patterns, new places, new people, were always at least a little upsetting, despite the curiosity. Thankfully, though, Quinn had finally found a decent spot to take a break. A Cafe. From the windows, it looked warm and inviting.

A little hesitantly, they enter, wearing long, large-heeled black boots reaching their knees, black shorts, and a dark blue, oversized men's shirt with the sleeves rolled up and top buttons undone. Long, black gloves cover their arms to their elbows. An outfit designed a little more for practicality, but with the personal touch of three, layered necklaces, each holding their own type of stone. One holds one that is pointed, polished, and purple. The second is raw and red, wrapped in gold wire. The third is a polished, pink, female body also wrapped in gold wire as if being held in Shibari.

Their tail drags behind them to a degree, despite being curled into a spiral to be smaller, and the wing boning on their back, whilst flat as it can be, are still clearly visible as they poke through hand-stitched holes in the back of their shirt.

Quinn hopes they aren't the strangest customer the Cafe has had. Lots of unnecessary attention is something they don't have much energy for.

[exile-of-dathomir]

[He hums agreeably, fingers lingering on their hips as they pull away. He does grin a bit when they sit down on the ottoman. It makes him wonder what their furniture at home looks like... unless of course Quinn sits on their tail all the time? Heh. Must be a strong tail.]

[Feral follows them to the table, sitting down in the chair, pulling it so that it's close enough to easily touch them, if invited.]

"How long are you on Coruscant for?"

// @exile-of-dathomir

Quinn hadn't cared to venture outside their house much, let alone leave their damn planet, but as one could imagine, the Cabin Fever got to them eventually. So, when Quinn's roommate Sanji offered to take them along as she does an off-world commission, they agreed.

Sanji, being a little too cautious about the situation, gave them a blaster, and a comlink, along with credits to protect themselves in the lower levels of Coruscant. The blaster was a little silly, as if their dangerous mutations weren't already enough...

The place had been rather unnerving to navigate. New patterns, new places, new people, were always at least a little upsetting, despite the curiosity. Thankfully, though, Quinn had finally found a decent spot to take a break. A Cafe. From the windows, it looked warm and inviting.

A little hesitantly, they enter, wearing long, large-heeled black boots reaching their knees, black shorts, and a dark blue, oversized men's shirt with the sleeves rolled up and top buttons undone. Long, black gloves cover their arms to their elbows. An outfit designed a little more for practicality, but with the personal touch of three, layered necklaces, each holding their own type of stone. One holds one that is pointed, polished, and purple. The second is raw and red, wrapped in gold wire. The third is a polished, pink, female body also wrapped in gold wire as if being held in Shibari.

Their tail drags behind them to a degree, despite being curled into a spiral to be smaller, and the wing boning on their back, whilst flat as it can be, are still clearly visible as they poke through hand-stitched holes in the back of their shirt.

Quinn hopes they aren't the strangest customer the Cafe has had. Lots of unnecessary attention is something they don't have much energy for.

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[The reply makes him smile, and he nuzzles his way further forward, breathing in below Quinn's ear. Oh. They smell, just... enticing. Feral pulls back, eyes sparking with a little bit of mischief.]

"If you wanna take this slow I better ahh... step back. We could... sit for a bit, chat about what we want... unless you don't wanna take it slow?

[He swallows back the saliva that builds as his mind fixates on the idea of kissing Quinn. With the mood so mellow, it would be... good. Very good. But he wouldn't mind turning up the heat either, if that was more their speed.]

// @exile-of-dathomir

Quinn hadn't cared to venture outside their house much, let alone leave their damn planet, but as one could imagine, the Cabin Fever got to them eventually. So, when Quinn's roommate Sanji offered to take them along as she does an off-world commission, they agreed.

Sanji, being a little too cautious about the situation, gave them a blaster, and a comlink, along with credits to protect themselves in the lower levels of Coruscant. The blaster was a little silly, as if their dangerous mutations weren't already enough...

The place had been rather unnerving to navigate. New patterns, new places, new people, were always at least a little upsetting, despite the curiosity. Thankfully, though, Quinn had finally found a decent spot to take a break. A Cafe. From the windows, it looked warm and inviting.

A little hesitantly, they enter, wearing long, large-heeled black boots reaching their knees, black shorts, and a dark blue, oversized men's shirt with the sleeves rolled up and top buttons undone. Long, black gloves cover their arms to their elbows. An outfit designed a little more for practicality, but with the personal touch of three, layered necklaces, each holding their own type of stone. One holds one that is pointed, polished, and purple. The second is raw and red, wrapped in gold wire. The third is a polished, pink, female body also wrapped in gold wire as if being held in Shibari.

Their tail drags behind them to a degree, despite being curled into a spiral to be smaller, and the wing boning on their back, whilst flat as it can be, are still clearly visible as they poke through hand-stitched holes in the back of their shirt.

Quinn hopes they aren't the strangest customer the Cafe has had. Lots of unnecessary attention is something they don't have much energy for.

[exile-of-dathomir]

[He gets to the message chime right away this time, taking a break before moving onto other supply checks and organization tasks.]

corin likes to play it when he's had a bad day and threatens and flirts with people in the voice chat in equal measure. while absolutely shitfaced

and no, cuddles are good, its just that my clinginess when drunk tends to involve tears haha

corin is generally chill about it but lets be real he sort of has to be all things considered.

//Image: A tooka plushie in shades of brown that looks like it's about to cause wanton chaos.

beast

[He snickers at the idea of corin being belligerent in voice chat while typing out his reply.]

That doesn't make me want to try playing it less. The idea of getting colorfully chewed out by a shitfaced Corin sounds like my idea of a good time.

An excellent Beast, looks like he's ready to commit crimes. Hah.

[Feral pauses, then adds a bit of something real. He feels... sheepish about it, but wanted Hope to know.]

You can cry on me anytime, I don't mind tears and I give good hugs.

[He quickly adds another line, embarrassed and wanting to move right on past that.]

You said it'll be a couple weeks till you're on Coruscant again? It looks like that place takes reservations, so if you nail it down I can book us a spot. Corin still invited if the semi-private cubby rooms appeal, but if not, they're welcome to hang out in my apartment if they're coming too and don't want to be stuck on the ship... or wherever you two usually stay.

[Feral has other suggestions, but he makes himself stop rambling. He's just excited to try this place.]

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Hope, a red, heavily tattooed zabrak wearing a white tunic with brown trousers, with a leather messenger bag, pushed open the door to the café. For a moment, she just took in a deep breath, appreciating the atmosphere and feel of the place, before stepping fully inside, letting the door swing shut behind her.

The pink ribbons tied to several of her horns fluttered behind her as she turned to look at the other zabrak behind the counter. "Hi," she said, with a slight smile. "Glad I decided to come out to Coruscant, you've got a nice café here." Idly, she fidgeted with the hem of her tunic.

[exile-of-dathomir]

[Feral leans forward, letting his palms settle on either of Quinn's hips, drawing close enough to nuzzle at their cheek, soft and slow, before dropping a kiss of his own in the same spot they'd gotten him. He hums low in his chest, and offers up a little honesty in a quiet tone.]

"I'm glad you're here."

// @exile-of-dathomir

Quinn hadn't cared to venture outside their house much, let alone leave their damn planet, but as one could imagine, the Cabin Fever got to them eventually. So, when Quinn's roommate Sanji offered to take them along as she does an off-world commission, they agreed.

Sanji, being a little too cautious about the situation, gave them a blaster, and a comlink, along with credits to protect themselves in the lower levels of Coruscant. The blaster was a little silly, as if their dangerous mutations weren't already enough...

The place had been rather unnerving to navigate. New patterns, new places, new people, were always at least a little upsetting, despite the curiosity. Thankfully, though, Quinn had finally found a decent spot to take a break. A Cafe. From the windows, it looked warm and inviting.

A little hesitantly, they enter, wearing long, large-heeled black boots reaching their knees, black shorts, and a dark blue, oversized men's shirt with the sleeves rolled up and top buttons undone. Long, black gloves cover their arms to their elbows. An outfit designed a little more for practicality, but with the personal touch of three, layered necklaces, each holding their own type of stone. One holds one that is pointed, polished, and purple. The second is raw and red, wrapped in gold wire. The third is a polished, pink, female body also wrapped in gold wire as if being held in Shibari.

Their tail drags behind them to a degree, despite being curled into a spiral to be smaller, and the wing boning on their back, whilst flat as it can be, are still clearly visible as they poke through hand-stitched holes in the back of their shirt.

Quinn hopes they aren't the strangest customer the Cafe has had. Lots of unnecessary attention is something they don't have much energy for.