Lemon
Citrus Dreams

In life, people kill for many reasons. Power, anger, corruption, fear. Yet some people kill to get by; for a living.
Koda Fett
Koda Fett's Apartment, Nar Shaddaa, Hutt Space, The Middle Rim
Interacting With: [member="Jairdain"]
Bounty Hunting was a lucrative business, and with it's rewards luxury homes were affordable, but for how long one kept them was never certain. This apartment atop the high-rises of Nar Shaddaa was outstaying it's welcome, and soon enough Fett would dump it for the next. Perhaps someone remote next time, somewhere he could sit and listen to nothing for hours and think back on the regretful things he would do all over again.But what about her? That 'kid' who only turned out to be a year or so younger than himself was holed up without a place to go. Wherever Fett decided he would stay, even temporarily, she was there. She had nothing else, not even family. The two were similar to a degree, but her unneeded or wanted advances were thwarted by the Bounty Hunter each and every time. For now she went about her business.
Fett lounged around his apartment in the pants he usually wore when on the hunt, but the knee pads and boots weren't with it, nor was everything else that found it's way into his pockets. A simple tank top to boot, this was an off-day. Or so it seemed as the bounty hunter cycled through the channels on the screen ahead of him. The apartment was clean, for the most part, the kitchen a little sporadic and the odd weapon finding itself here and there. This was his home, and as far as he knew nobody else knew of it.