It is time. Get dressed, we'll begin once you've finished.
[He waits until then, dutifully perched in the heart of a place that's come to be sacred to him through Cathaway herself: the Nesting Deck. It isn't private (much like the rest of the station) but few hosts opt to utilize it without it being absolutely necessary. Which means barring any immediate emergencies or passing souls, they'll be alone. Unbothered.
White isn't a color he cares to wear. The clothes they've been provided paint him so unthreatening he hardly looks like himself.
Still, until he's seen to mending his robes, this is all he has. Try not to be too weirded out, Hux.]
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Day 165;
Date: 2016-04-28 10:22 am (UTC)[He waits until then, dutifully perched in the heart of a place that's come to be sacred to him through Cathaway herself: the Nesting Deck. It isn't private (much like the rest of the station) but few hosts opt to utilize it without it being absolutely necessary. Which means barring any immediate emergencies or passing souls, they'll be alone. Unbothered.
White isn't a color he cares to wear. The clothes they've been provided paint him so unthreatening he hardly looks like himself.
Still, until he's seen to mending his robes, this is all he has. Try not to be too weirded out, Hux.]