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Post by The Conman on Apr 12, 2016 23:47:39 GMT -5
Enarin looked away for a moment, feeling bad, he had hoped she'd not notice...but it was kinda the bantha in the room. The teen wasn't the sort to pry about such things, figuring that if someone was willing to share, they would. Jada, it seemed, either wanted him to say yes he was curious, and regail him with a tale of how she'd gotten the scars, or tell him to stop being a prying weirdo. Either way, he'd gotten himself into a box, and his bongwater soaked brain couldn't really figure a way out of it.
"Well...yeah...I guess...if you're ok with it, I mean-" He paused, realizing he was looking at the scars again, and looked at the wall above her head, scratching under one of his lekku.
The teen put his cake down, and picked up his bottle of goo and took a drink, to buy himself some time....Had he really been that obvious? Enarin was more worried about her noticing him looking at her boobs than anything else, apparently her face scar was getting more traction with the audience than the cleavage...He replaced the bottle, and looked at her...eye...trying to not look at the scars.
In the process, looking at them, the 18 year old Weedian unable to control it, and shook his head.
"Was I that obvious? I wasn't trying to put you on the spot...I'm sorry if that's how I came across-" He paused, smirking to himself.
"-I'll look at other parts of you if it'll make you feel better?" He asked with a baked guffaw, and an exaggerated "snap-point" like a character from a sitcom who wore a leather jacket and a big grin.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Apr 13, 2016 0:00:28 GMT -5
Jada smiled, thinly and painfully. It wasn't a genuine smile, but rather the sort that's done because it's polite and expected. The truth was that she wasn't OK with it, and she'd likely never be. It was all very raw. Not physically in the literal sense, but in the deeper emotional sense. Jae'daneri wasn't over it, and that one wasn't about to change. Of course it might have come as a small consolation to Enarin, if he could have read her mind, that she hadn't noticed the breast-gawking. As far as her mind was concerned, the scar ran from head to toe.
She ignored the joke, largely because she wasn't sure how to take it. It might have sounded serious, if not for the gesture. Ultimately she chose very consciously to focus in on what he'd said before that.
"It's always obvious," Jada said slowly. "And at least you're..." She halted, searching for the right words to use, running through a small list until she settled on one she liked. "Polite about it."
"Besides, I've got to deal with it anyway. If I keep slamming people facefirst into the bulkheads, they'll probably kick me out of the fleet."
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Post by The Conman on Apr 13, 2016 0:55:21 GMT -5
Enarin's face went from a smile, to something entirely unlike, though not quite, but nearly, a smile. More of a flat expression, the teen realizing a few things concurrently. Thing one was that he should probably keep his day job, comedy wasn't his thing, thing two, was that Jada's coping mechanisms were decidedly...aggressive. He wasn't sure what he should have expected as a response, his experience with the question he'd been posed comprised Tee not wanting to talk about what was obviously a fork scar in his right leg, to Vax bragging about a few.
Enarin was high as shit, that much was sure, but he could tell he'd at least touched a nerve, if not flat out pissed the woman off. Her forced smile was one he'd seen from Var many times before, and had learned to avoid. Though her tone didn't bely her true feelings, he was keenly aware he'd done goofed.
The situation wasn't ideal, Enarin wasn't sure how to get to where he wanted to be from where he was, on the other side of the conversation. The comment about slamming people into bulkheads was somewhat...utterly terrifying. Enough that he wasn't too keen on remaining where he was, mainly because of the hole he'd dug himself into.
He needed to roll out of this, he'd already spent a week getting beat on...and off...by a woman. Enarin had a feeling Jada would probably be pretty lean on the "off" side and err more towards the "on" end of things.
"Uhm...well...great to se-" He looked over at the wall, and pushed the dish with the remainder of his cake into the sink, and picked up his now empty bottle, looking back at the patch of floor near Jada, sighing, he didn't want to be a douche to the woman, she didn't deserve it, he told himself, crossing his arms and leaning on the counter with his hip.
She wasn't Alanka, not all intimidating women were, he surmised, hostility wasn't required.
"-Thanks for not slamming me into a bulkhead, I appreciate it. I'm sorry about the staring, I truly am...You don't have to tell me anything, and I'm not like...just saying that because...whatever." He tossed the bottle at the recycler, bouncing it off and sending it whirling into the darkness towards the living room.
"Shit." He muttered, looking back at Jada, this time at her eyes, arms still crossed defensively.
"- If...whatever happened to you...was bad enough that you want to hurt people, you don't have to tell me or anybody else anything, I'm totally ok with knowing it's a sore spot." He finished, his hand playing with the tip of a lekku somewhat nervously, the teen now looking off towards the darkness.
Truth be told he wasn't sure if he wanted Jada to tell him anything, solely to avoid her getting pissed and tearing his arms off.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Apr 13, 2016 19:04:09 GMT -5
Jada idly looked away from a particular stretch of wall and gave Enarin a quiet look in response to the 'thanks for not slamming me into a bulkhead.' That one seemed, to her, to be setting the bar a teensy bit too low. After all she was 1. Obliged to protect him, and 2. He'd not actually said anything offensive. Maybe he hadn't gotten the message right. She didn't beat people down for staring, otherwise she'd never be able to walk down a hallway. She beat down people for rude comments or jokes, which were far too common.
Her yellow eyes flitted down to the crossed arms, then back up to making eye contact.
He was actually rather sweet about it. Very polite, very respectful. Nervous yes, but not the kind of nervous respect that came from fear of physical injury. It was a little above that. Maybe politeness from the fear of the general idea that physical injury was a thing that happened to people. Then again he was also higher than a condo on Kashyyyk, so there was that. Still, she didn't draw anything negative from it. Instead she patted a pack of tabac cigarettes in a pouch reluctantly, Var didn't hold with smoking in an area with recirculated air. Would've been nice though...
"Trust me kid," Jada sighed, "You don't want to know anyway. Just, get some rest and try to enjoy being home all right?"
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Post by The Conman on Apr 13, 2016 22:17:09 GMT -5
Enarin nodded, she was probably right and he was ok to leave the conversation there. Maybe one day Jada would tell him what'd happened. One day when he was more sober, and clothed, and not still reeling from being stuck with a crazy mandalorian. He looked over at the living room as Jada spoke, then back to her. He'd hunt down the bottle sometime in the morning. That or Tater or Niri would find it and garbage it.
He didn't really care.
"Jada, I will...also..." Enarin yawned, stretching a bit, and looked longingly back towards his room, then back toward's Jada's mismatched eyes.
"On that bombshell, Sleeptime. I'll catch you on the flipside." Enarin finished, flinging his fork into the sink and heading towards his room.
"Oh-" He said, pausing as he got to the hallway and turning around, gesturing to the TV.
"We've got a hacked holo-net receiver, so, if you, y'know, wanna do something aside from slink around in the dark, I think Koran'Obran is on about now...anywho, night!" He finished, heading towards his room.
---- Some Time Later ----
BWAAAP BWAAAP BWAAAP BWA-SMACK
Donnie groaned quietly and opened one goldenrod eye, and looked at the chrono. It was showing 7:00, her wake up time. The rest of the family would be following in waves, she was the first to get up, typically. Mainly this was due to the single washroom and shower, and the fact that the autochef took about 30 minutes to make breakfast for everyone...That and Var was far more genial if there was coffee already made and Donnie pre-showered to get up to.
The woman opened her other eye, taking in the scene.
Var was on top of her, sort of, her legs tangled with her wife's, the woman's head resting sideways on Donnie's chest, taking advantage of her natural pillows, Donnie's arm wrapped around her, one of Var's under Donnie's shoulders, the other beside Donnie, holding onto one of her lekku. The tan woman sighed, it was far easier to get out of bed without waking her wife when she wasn't tangled in her.
Gingerly, the woman attempted to disentangle herself from her wife, though, about midway through her efforts Var giving her a shove in the ribs let her know she was probably awake. Donnie, at that point, unceremoniously slid out from under her, muttering an apology as she did so, swinging a bare leg out over the side of the bed and getting up. Unsure weather or not Var had just reflexively shoved her or not, Donnie went about her routine, gathering up her sports bra and yoga shorts, and wrapping a towel around herself, headed for the shower.
After a short shower, Donnie, wearing her iron-clad sports bra and mid-thigh length red and black yoga shorts, strode out into the kitchen, and activated the Autochef, so it'd start preparing and spitting out everybody's breakfast. After flipping it on, she keyed on the Coffee maker. The woman popped open a nearby cupboard and pulled out a caf cup, and noticed a silver package.
"Ooo...poptarts..." She muttered, to nobody in particular, and pulled the package out, popping it open, the smell wafting out of the package.
Apparently somebody had managed to find some, and bought them. The woman didn't particularly care who, she'd brought Jogans and Meloruns, so Donnie figured it was a fair trade, and pulled the toaster forwards, and put them in. As soon as she'd pushed them down, the Caf machine dinged, indicating it'd prepared it's pot, and the Tan twi'lek put her cup below it's spout as it disgorged it's warm black goodness into her awaiting cup. She cupped the cup in her hands, and sniffed it's aroma.
"mmm..." She mmm'd, taking a sip, as she walked over to the TV, and flipped it on, a time-shifted rerun of MILF island on. The woman shook her head, muttering something about humans, and flipped to the GNN, keen to at least try to keep up with what was going on in the galaxy.
"Good morning, and this is GNN, our top story this morning-" The anchor dramatically looked at camera two.
"- Reports of civil unrest on the Imperial world of Teth. Hutt forces have launched a major offensive attempting to retake the strategic city of Dagu..." The report went on, Donnie moving to the couch, sitting down with her cup of Caf and putting her feet up, watching the report.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Apr 14, 2016 15:56:40 GMT -5
Morning dawned. In a general and nonspecific sense that is, in space there wasn't any day and night besides the fleet schedule. They were docked aboard Pateesa Kwee-Kunee, and the huge Munificent class had three different 'duty cycles' to minimize crowding. Everyone had an eight hour period on, when they would go out and work or study. Then the remaining 16 were for sleeping and taking care of your sanity. Or whatever. Standing in line for goop. Everyone onboard had slept well, and Var was determined to keep sleeping well. After the pale woman elbowed her spouse and mumbled, she drifted back off to sleep. Likewise, Niri, in her own bed snored madly away, sleeping in on a lazy 'weekend.'
Like mother, like daughter. Sometimes they just needed to rest a little more.
Jada, on the other hand, was once more awake. She'd followed Enarin's advice, and tuned into the holonet receiver. She'd periodically seen clips of Konan'Obran, a tall and skinny Lethan Twi'lek with hilariously bad dancing skills, and his numerous antics. They all had after all, but not everybody could get the chance to watch the holonet. Indeed the so-called Boskanet was much more common. Knock-off films produced in the fleet and the diaspora, all kinds of musical numbers, romance stories and comedies that had musical numbers inside them. ACTION movies with musical numbers. Action movies that didn't even make sense. The fleet was strange, but Jada had been captivated watching Konan until she'd forced herself to sleep. The sounds of Donnie in the kitchen awoke Jada, who instinctively had associated Donnie in the Kitchen with other scenarios like, Stormtroopers in the Hall, Troll in the Dungeon, or Dianoga in the Lavatory.
She emerged apprehensively, in her own morning clothing. Namely an olive tank top, khaki-brown fatigue pants she'd slept in, and then her dogtags issued by her own unit. Her eyes flitted to the GNN report, and her ears focused on it as well, though her nose was preoccupied with dangers of fire. Fire that also might coincide with Donnie's utterly incompetent droid causing a highly problematic ruckus.
There it was. A faint smell, smokey.
Jada advanced into the kitchen, ascertaining the toaster was a threat. With a swift and exact flick of the finger, the lever rose, and with it the toaster pastries. They popped out, revealing themselves to be a shade of brown that was distinctly too dark. She looked at the setting, rolled her eyes at the setting of 10, and put the burned pastries onto a plate. Emerging a moment later with a cup of caf, she set the plate before Donnie.
"You know Ma'am," Jada said in dead even tone, "If you want me to take my shirt off again you can make it an order instead of trying to light the kitchen on fire."
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Post by The Conman on Apr 16, 2016 23:01:26 GMT -5
"...Despite initial indications of losses, the might of the Empire is holding, and the Hutt forces offensive will break like waves on a shoreline. Now...Here's-" The anchor's monologue was interrupted by Jada striding into the room, and depositing a pair of very burnt poptarts on the caf table.
Donnie looked down at them for a moment, then back up at Jada, a smirk developing as she spoke. She'd forgotten about her poptarts as soon as she'd sat down to watch the news, the paistries not being part of her normal routine and vanishing from thought practically immediately. Usually she'd watch a few TV for awhile, then take off to the ship's gym for an hour or so. Work out, then come back, right around the time everybody was getting out of bed and having breakfast.
Poptarts weren't part of that equation typically.
She laughed, appreciating Jada's sense of humor, eyes flitting to her juggs for a moment before returning to her face. Though she wouldn't mind seeing the woman disrobe again, she wasn't about to order her to do so. Donnie had junior pilots she could order to get naked for her, and they tended to enjoy it. They also tended to allow the tan woman to be a lot more involved in the process than Jada probably would have.
"Thanks Jad-" Donnie got out, before being cutoff by Enarin, his voice carrying from the kitchen.
"Hey, Mom, Uh...I think something-" He managed to ask, Donnie cutting him off.
"S'okay chubbs, Jada saved the day!" Donnie called back over her shoulder, yellow eyes settling back on Jada after turning her head back towards her.
"Only if you're into that-" Donnie managed to get out, with a devious grin, as Enarin strode over and vaulted over the couch, landing with a dull "thump" beside his mother, glancing over at her momentarially.
"Can you put on clothes? Like, Ever?" He asked, flatly, looking over at Jada, shaking his head.
"Not my forte."
"Unfortunate..." he intoned, picking up a burnt poptart and shrugging, taking a bite, as he put his legs up on the table and stretched an arm out along the back of the couch.
"Jada, be careful, she might take you up on that, and thanks for saving our collective asses again from Momma Dee's culinary..." Enarin tapered off, Donnie giving him "the look".
"Uh..tale-OWFUCK...MOM, THEY'RE ATTAC-HURK" He managed to get out, Donnie having grabbed his throat after flicking one of his lekku.
"SHHH! Everyone's sleeping!" She hissed at him, face an inch from his ear-cone.
After a moment the woman let her son go, then leaned back onto the couch as if nothing had happened, and looked over at Jada.
"If he gets rowdy, just, y'know, toss him around, it's good for him, builds character, puts lekku on his head." Donnie said flatly.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Apr 22, 2016 19:23:16 GMT -5
Jada managed to have a very amused expression mere seconds after hearing Enarin's nickname. It was a bad one too, Chubbs. It was like the name you'd give to a pet rodent that was immensely fat and lethargic, and just hearing it made her want to laugh. Of course one skill you soon mastered in the martial side of the fleet was being inscrutable and controlling your emotions, especially laughter. If she could handle Lieutenant Oro'dreeka strutting about like a chicken while wearing a woman's dress, she could handle the amusing nickname.
She didn't have too much time to relish her amusement before Enarin made a good point. His mother was... Definitely out there. It had to be a little bit awkward for him. Of course that was hardly the end of the world and she'd not even blink over it, but it had some points for awkwardness.
The very large and very black woman leaned against the bulkhead in her usual way, placidly watching the lekku abuse. Apparently that was normal here. Though it was a bit of a far cry to call one flick an abuse. It seemed the standard method of control, apparently counting to five was unheard of. Or didn't work.
"Character, right," Jada replied blankly to Donnie's statement. "Permission to haul him off to training if he gets rowdy instead? Less wear and tear on breakable furniture that way."
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Post by The Conman on Apr 25, 2016 23:23:16 GMT -5
Donnie smirked at Jada's question, appreciating her enthusiasm. This woman would be good for Enarin, Donnie figured, somebody to get him in shape and stop being such a wet noodle....Maybe she'd even make him comfortable flying, though the woman wasn't about to push it. If Jada could get him onto a mat and start training him, that'd be a good start, she thought to herself, Enarin sputtering and coughing beside her.
"Absolutely Jada, be my guest-" Donnie started, Enarin managing to make a "hagonasek" sounding noise from beside her.
The teen cleared his throat, and blinked a bit, edging as far as far as possible to the other end of the couch in hopes of dodging his mother's reach, holding up a finger.
"I have lekku. We've been through this with the Doc, they'll grow well into my twe-" Enarin started, Donnie cutting him off.
"Well into your twentites, I know, I know, but still, Enarin, if you want-" Donnie started, changing into a more serious tone, looking at him thoughtfully.
"-I'll pay to get you implants, it's ok, I understand, Dia has fake boobs-" Donnie tried to explain, Enarin squinting at her like she was a retarded monkey with three heads, holding his hands out in a pose that could only communicate "what the shit".
"-How...How is that even remotely similar? Aunt Dia looked like she was walking around with a pair of fried eggs hanging off a coathanger, and wasn't ok with it, she grew up with YOU-" Enarin said, gesturing towards Donnie's chest with a free hand, the other having returned to leaning on the couch's arm rest, holding a slightly cajun pop tart.
"-As a sister, and wasn't ok with them. I Don't care, they get in the way, if they're short they're short, so what?" He asked rhetorically.
"Enarin...People will think there's something wrong with you, hon. Most girls, y'know, they think..." Donnie looked over at Jada, and shrugged, then looked back to Enarin.
"...Short lekku...short...y'know..." Donnie said, giving a sidelong glance to the floor, gesturing in little loops with her finger, hoping Enarin got the point.
The teen, by this point, had his face firmly in his palm. He was well aware of the stereotype, and how it simply didn't apply to himself, though he wasn't about to tell his mother "oh, yeah, well, I just happen to have a 10 inch dong..". After a few seconds of silence, he looked over at Jada, hoping for some help, realizing after a moment she probably thought the same as his mother did, being from the "lower" castes and all. The teen landed on looking at his mother.
"Mom." Enarin started, Donnie responding.
"Yeah?"
"Go to the gym." Enarin said, looking back over at Jada.
"If you're gonna haul me off anywhere, please, couldja gimmie some warning? Maybe like, 10 minutes? Just so I can come to grips with my mortality and such, y'know, get right with my gods, finalize my will, regular stuff." Enarin asked Jada, in a serious, but obviously joking way, betrayed by his smirk.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Apr 25, 2016 23:45:30 GMT -5
Jada's amber eyes flitted back and forth between the two. It was, to her, pretty amazing how they could bicker over something superficial that didn't matter. Of course she did have a momentary pang of angry resentment. Short lekku, so what? Nobody'd ever offered to spend the money to help her face. Of course if anybody had offered she might have ripped out their voicebox and choked them with it. But the point was that she'd never had the money or the influence anyway, and it pissed her off to think about pointless surgeries like that.
What was more that stupid rumor was all wrong. She'd been in co-ed locker rooms before and laughed at Long Lekku Johnson's third leg. Or stunted Tiny Tim cripple leg to be more accurate.
That rumor was worth shit, and anybody worth their salt knew it. Kid probably had a horse dick to make up for it.
She kept silent though, because this was work, and work that mattered.
With Donnie dismissed to the gym, Jada made eye contact with Enarin who asked for ten minutes, for pre-death preparations. She looked down to the computer on her forearm, and the chronometer display.
"Ten. If you're not ready I'll carry you."
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Post by The Conman on Apr 26, 2016 0:05:53 GMT -5
"Wut." Enarin blurted out, more out of reflex than actually wondering what Jada meant by her statement.
The teen looked over a Donnie, who by this point had a hand over her mouth as she laughed to herself quietly, amused that Jada had called him out that quickly. Donnie had a new found respect for Jada, she liked her drive.
"Hah....have fun..." Donnie said, getting up and walking around the couch, putting her cup into the autochef and turning around to the pair.
"You two kids play safe, now." She said, mockingly, more to Enarin, picking up her gym bag and heading towards the hallway to the airlock, humming a tune.
Enarin turned around and looked up at Jada, realizing she probably wasn't kidding...he didn't know her well, but humor wasn't something she'd really displayed an aptitude for as of yet...He wasn't sure how to respond, but didn't doubt her intentions, or ability, to simply pick him up and carry him wherever it was they were going to be going. Either way, he'd be in a gym, with Jada, training for whatever it was they wanted him to be ready for. How he was getting there was basically his choice...the teen, having had a similar choice, preferred to at least walk into something that'd suck of his own volition.
That much he'd figured out about himself from his "stay" with Alanka.
He put on an awkward smirk, then got up, dropping the destructed pop tart....his destructed poptart, one of the last ones he had...that his mom had stolen and burnt to embers, back onto the plate with a clatter, and picked it up, looking up at Jada as he did so.
"Y'know...these were my poptarts..." He muttered as he walked back to the kitchen, dropping them into the trash, before returning to the room, standing a few feet away from Jada, playing with a lekku due to nerves.
"So...what should...I wear? Shorts? I've never done this before, I'm not sure if I need to bring anything?" He asked, nervously.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Apr 26, 2016 21:04:17 GMT -5
Jada didn't watch Donnie leave, she kept her six hundred megawatt stare firmly fixed on Enarin. Oh no, she wasn't easily distracted from the chronometer and the business they needed to get down to. Nor was she distracted by poptarts, whether they were burned or not. Her arms were folded, looking rather more like small trees than they had before. She leaned forward, putting one foot on the ottoman and rested a hand on her thigh.
"Shorts or athletic pants, closed toe shoes. Hurry up, you have nine minutes left."
She glanced at the chronometer again and avoided the urge to say 'tick tock'. That would be excessively evil, and that came later.
Towels, water, and the usual items were all there. She had, thanks to her charges, access to the NICE gym. And what was more, it was probably almost empty. There was this beautiful paradox to the upper tiers. They all wanted special gyms and access whenever they wished, and yet they almost never took advantage of it. Well Enarin was going to seen the inside of that gym a lot.
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Post by The Conman on Apr 26, 2016 21:22:28 GMT -5
Enarin nodded to the woman, noting the time slowly ticking away. He had shorts, and the requisite shoes...He glanced to the leg now on the ottoman, something Donnie would probably have told her not to do that with shoes on, momma D had a thing about shoes on furniture. The teen figured he should probably mention something to the woman, to help her avoid his mom's wraith.
"Uhm...sounds good...but, word from the wise, try to avoid shoes on furniture if Momma Dee is around...she's got a thing about it.." Enarin said, looking Jada in the eyes, then gesturing to her foot while he spoke, the woman's severe expression unchanged.
Enarin looked down at his feet, playing with a lekku absent mindedly, then looked back up at her for a moment.
"I'll get my stuff...won't take 9 minutes...you're a bodyguard, not a speeder." Enarin said, with a smirk, turning around and heading towards his room.
A few minutes later he reappeared, wearing a pair of simple running shoes, a pair of simple black basketball shorts and a white tank top. It wasn't much, but it was as close as he could get to what Jada had asked for. He walked back into the living room, and raised his arms out to shoulder height, then lowered them back down to his sides.
"How'd I do? Do these shorts make my bum look big?" He asked with a smirk.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Apr 26, 2016 23:46:22 GMT -5
Jada didn't remove her boot from the furniture until after Enarin left. If she was going to play drill instructor today it meant she'd damned well not be accepting fault. She did file away the note mentally, and rubbed lightly at the upholstery to make sure there was no dirt or indentation left. She didn't understand why some people were so touchy about their furniture. It seemed somehow odd to her. Probably because 'bed,' 'footlocker,' and 'chair' were the end limits she had for furniture. Enarin emerged soon enough, within his time limit even, and asked if the shorts made his ass look big. Without turning to show his ass.
"Yes," She replied flatly. "C'mon fatass."
The gym, which they reached rapidly, was very nice indeed. It was also mostly empty. In the whole facility there were only three other patrons. A very large green Twi'lek man halfheartedly peddling at an exercise bike, a middle-aged pink woman who was lifting tiny dumbbells in a way that clearly made sense to her. The final was a geriatric old man who had fallen asleep on a rowing machine.
Jada looked about the room continually at first, sizing up the facility. Steam room and sauna off the locker room. Floor of machines, floor of weights and weight machines. There were holo-displays above the cardio machines playing some domestic Boskawood production, probably a musical, since there were very few things that were made and didn't have at least one musical number. Jada promptly hauled Enarin to the cardio machines.
"Elliptical or treadmill, your choice."
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Post by The Conman on Apr 26, 2016 23:58:52 GMT -5
Enarin looked between the two machines, then at the sleeping man, then back to Jada. He wasn't sure which was worse, he'd never used either. One was pretty straightforward, a loop of rubber on a pair of rollers upon which one ran. The other, some kind of machine with paddles and handles. It was his experience that anything that looked more complicated was worse, so he gestured towards the treadmill. The holodisplays showing a boskawood musical made him smirk, it was a rendition of an epic about their origins, complete with bad costumes, terrible green screen, and hilarious singing, coupled with traditional garb.
Traditional garb he'd only seen a few times, once when his moms had gotten hitched when he was very young, and again when his uncle Vax had gotten married. They were like togas, just...more colourful and involving head wrappings.
The teen looked over at Jada, standing to his left, playing with a lekku.
"Uh...I'll take the treadmill-" He started, walking towards the machine.
After a few steps, something that'd been nagging at him for a few minutes jumped out finally. He turned around, looking at those intense yellow eyes of Jada's.
"D'Yah...y'know....Do I have a fat ass? I mean...really?" Enarin asked, as he got onto the treadmill and set it to a walking pace.
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