"Remember, if one of your old--" Did the old man ever shut up? No one there wanted to be reformed. And one of them was definitely on her way to corruption.

He's watching her from where he's leaning against the wall, pretending to listen to her father. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, waiting for her to look at him.

This time he isn't playing with a ball. He's laying back on his bed, debating whether or not to cause much bodily harm to that Sullustan that called him Patches.

It'd probably squeal. He laughs, thinking about the high pitched noise the creature would make if Zekka did something to those precious ears.

He's leaning back on his bunk, passing a ball between his manacled hands. The girl in front of him really is just that: a girl. Nothing too special about her. Isn't on Kessel for anything interesting, isn't too hot, just there. Her parents are those annoying reform teachers who everyone with half a brain hates ( Read more... )