Xin Boa
Drifter
As Dells shook sugar packets Xin repeatedly pressed his thumb to the flimsiplast menu and then slowly peeled his thumb from the sticky material. It was a shame she didn’t get to indulge in any fine dining working on security details. Actually it seemed worse than a shame to have to wait and watch someone else at the table. Leftovers from an embassy kitchen were likely far more fine than that what they were about to be served.
His headtails gave him a form of empathy, particularly with the mild Force sensitivity he did not understand. He didn’t see that question coming though. The pause between his name and the question itself seemed to lend an extra weight to it. Those headtails stiffened noticeably in surprise.
The drifter looked up at the readhead sat opposite him and made a small, considerate hum. He was giving the question the thought it deserved.
“Yuh’ve met Brak and he’s the chatty one. Hirrau talks plenty but only ef its ah disturbing story of violence or ah discussion of iz favourite knives. Inso grunts more than talks.” That wasn’t the complete answer of course. She had asked why her not ‘why not them’. He thought back to their first meeting. Sharing a bed was a perk but it wasn’t as if he couldn’t have got his end away stopping off at a busy city on the return trip. The hydro-shower, the cabin and kitchen counter were visceral memories, but it was chuckling over beers at that run down bar full of inbred yokels that stood out in his mind.
“Hadn’t seen yuh inna while an thought it would be gud to catch up.” He looked down at the sticky table and menu accusingly. “In settings just as lovely.”
His headtails gave him a form of empathy, particularly with the mild Force sensitivity he did not understand. He didn’t see that question coming though. The pause between his name and the question itself seemed to lend an extra weight to it. Those headtails stiffened noticeably in surprise.
The drifter looked up at the readhead sat opposite him and made a small, considerate hum. He was giving the question the thought it deserved.
“Yuh’ve met Brak and he’s the chatty one. Hirrau talks plenty but only ef its ah disturbing story of violence or ah discussion of iz favourite knives. Inso grunts more than talks.” That wasn’t the complete answer of course. She had asked why her not ‘why not them’. He thought back to their first meeting. Sharing a bed was a perk but it wasn’t as if he couldn’t have got his end away stopping off at a busy city on the return trip. The hydro-shower, the cabin and kitchen counter were visceral memories, but it was chuckling over beers at that run down bar full of inbred yokels that stood out in his mind.
“Hadn’t seen yuh inna while an thought it would be gud to catch up.” He looked down at the sticky table and menu accusingly. “In settings just as lovely.”