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Elidan's implication seemingly went over his head as he nodded his head as he nodded, readying himself for the day to come. It would not be easy but at least it would be something to do. "I can do that, as long as you don't expect me to be climbing over rocks and buildings," he snorted...

Zira wasn’t the only one who was warm, as she neared the man’s breath caught in his throat. The brushing of their noses and her soft yet provoking smile caused that sudden confidence to melt along with his knees, luckily he was sitting. He was mostly successful in hiding his disappointment as...

Milo’s brow quirked as Zira spoke, bemused, humored with a slight twist of his lips, and equally embarrassed by both the bartender and his snooping coworkers. Goosebumps raced up his spine as a sudden shiver took him, her teasing foot stealing a reaction. Flustered and awkward, Milo stumbled...

What Milo assumed would be just a few days on Celanon became a larger ordeal when mother nature struck. She always had terrible timing and in this instance striking just as the vagrant was coming out of the very worst of his withdrawal. Try as Cyrus or Elidan might to calm or comfort him, panic...

With her touch and presence Milo couldn’t help but sigh gratefully, a contented smile growing as the tiefling nestled closer. Had the addict ever experienced such a perfect moment? Rather than fill the air with more words he remained silent, the dull hum of the city whisk them away into a night...

Simple or not it still left the man surprised. It sure beat broken filtration vents and sheltered alleys. If this was simple what did complex look like? Milo could hardly imagine, not that it mattered. For now he would avoid the subject of throwing off his addiction, it wouldn’t be an easy...

Milo had offered Zira freedom the moment he tossed that slave collar away, he would not steal it from her now as they laid upon that blanket under a starlit sky. The night was perfect, wonderful, but all his perceptions were stolen by the silver-haired tiefling that lied beside him. A silent...

It was terrifying considering what other habits Zira might find. Would they be as charming as those already witnessed, or would she find them detestable? Familiarity bred contempt, as it was, but so too was it constructing something new between them in this moment. How she could see anything in...

“Friends,” Milo echoed, as if tasting the word on his tongue once again before following the half-Anfynn into the ship, cradling Cyrus securely. If that had been the animal’s intention, Milo wasn’t keen enough to realize it. Instead he stroked its fur, remaining present in the moment. “I guess...

Her nudging drew out a small laugh, Zira had the opposite effect on the addict. Rather than push her away he craved that simple closeness, an alien feeling yet not an unwelcome one. Milo’s smile faltered for a second as she highlighted his desire to leave Kuat and see the galaxy, and in his...

Zira’s words did more than reassure him as she took his hand, looking between it and the tiefling with those wide blue eyes, breath held in his throat. Milo was a creditless vagrant, infinitesimally tiny when compared to the scale of the galaxy, yet he had mattered to someone, to Zira. She...

Not expecting the Jedi to put it lightly, the vagrant scowled. Of course not, and neither would the half-Anfynn let him get any for the trip. Perhaps this was a terrible idea, wasting time with an ascetic who wouldn’t even give him the mercy of his chemical relief when he needed it. All the...

Each of Zira’s reactions was a balm upon his unease, not a cure but a remedy, that was reserved for the tiefling’s alien tail whose writhing and tightening he took as a good sign. Her sniffling and tear-wiping had come as an unexpected surprise, he hardly knew how to react, the movie had made...

“Huh, can they?” Milo mused aloud, clearly working with old information given his interest in the past. There did not appear to be any sort of revulsion, just simple curiosity. All his manuscripts were old digital copies plucked from libraries. They had been lost for a time, during the old...

Milo was quick to follow, throwing all thoughts of leaving to the wayside for the time being. He tugged on his stained jacket and for once held his head a bit higher. “Surprised they did, I know the window for keeping wild animals with humans is tiny but,” he shrugged. “I also don’t know...

Her nudging had earned an innocent shrug. “I didn’t have to, but I wanted to.” Milo had spent so long with barely the ability to take care of himself that being able to afford another was satisfying on an internal level. It was only a few days since he had been roughing it on the street with...

Milo couldn’t recall ever seeing an Anfynn or half-Anfynn for that matter, slowly nodding his head. The galaxy was a vast place and, despite knowing quite a bit of its history it was only the broad strokes. He barely scratched the surface when it came to its inhabitants. “Bond?” He assumed the...

Despite having practiced his lines more than once the moment the door opened it was as though he were seeing Zira for the first time, her sigh stealing the words right from his mouth as he echoed her, albeit more quietly. He had seen her dolled up before, to entertain crowds both high and low...

Milo was just about to open his mouth to ask another question when Elidan spoke up about his death. Unsurprisingly, Milo deflated. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said simply, a frown growing on his face as he rubbed his hands together nervously. Luckily the half-Anfynn carried on as though nothing had...

Those few days were especially trying for Milo as he not only worked at tables but took a second job which began before his shift even ended, the first time he had done anything of the sort. Even though Zira repeated, over and over, that money wasn’t necessary, Milo wanted everything to be...