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Ryloss was afraid he'd screwed it all up when he'd gone on his little rant, but then she smiled. That made Ryloss strangely happy. He could see it was forced, but he still couldn't help himself releasing a joyful blast of pheromones and give a twitching grin. He shrugged when she talked about maybe joining the Jedi, but didn't speak. His belief that she had cybernetics was indeed confirmed by how easily the sword went onto her back. He began to follow her outside. He grinned at Hiro's comment he didn't really understand. Whoever made that voice modulator needed a smack or two, although maybe it was just the fact he had just stepped out into the worst little cradle of anger and hate he had ever experienced getting to him. He began to shut of his emotional ports, this including the one to Matayn. He'd end up snapping and eating the brain's of cute little bantha babies if he didn't.
On top of that he now had to look pissed off. If he didn't pretty much every mugger on the godforsaken rock would flock to them like a fly to week old food that had been sprayed with sweeteners and left outside.
"Does it cost people to act nice once in a ****ing blue moon? They don't even have to ****ing do anything, just smile and not leer like their first and only desire is to gut you and steal all your money..."
He mumbled this, although loud enough for the two near him to hear. He was then immediately forced to glare down a human who had just stepped away from the wall at the other end of the street and uncrossed his arms. Ryloss then realized he was the target. He looked unarmed. So he stood to his full height (considerably taller than several years ago, spending years with no one but a Sith Pureblood as your only physical contact with people followed by another few months of training to kill the person that killed her, followed by one the worst ass kicking he'd ever received and a long period of time spent looking for ways to make a five-foot long weapon to be used to kill a three-meter tall Force Sensitive eater tends to do that to a person) and proceeded to slip his lightsaber to his belt, using sleight of hand to make sure that Matayn didn't see it (Hiro would hopefully understand). He was so engrossed in this that he mostly missed Hiro's comments.
"Hmm? What? Oh, yes, friends... Well, I actually have a piss-poor amount of them left and two of them are in the Jedi so I don't get to see them much, so yes, I'll be anyone's friend, really."
Again, he thought about his statement.
"Provided they don't try to kill me."
He then realized how offensive that sounded. He sighed, but didn't loosen up.
"Sorry. Best way to get around Nar Shadaa is to walk quickly and look pissed off. I'm focused on looking like someone the muggers aren't going to mess around with, so sorry for not really paying attention."
He then went back to glaring and looking annoyed. People stopped looking at them like a hunk of meat presented to a hungry dog after three-weeks of temptation.
On top of that he now had to look pissed off. If he didn't pretty much every mugger on the godforsaken rock would flock to them like a fly to week old food that had been sprayed with sweeteners and left outside.
"Does it cost people to act nice once in a ****ing blue moon? They don't even have to ****ing do anything, just smile and not leer like their first and only desire is to gut you and steal all your money..."
He mumbled this, although loud enough for the two near him to hear. He was then immediately forced to glare down a human who had just stepped away from the wall at the other end of the street and uncrossed his arms. Ryloss then realized he was the target. He looked unarmed. So he stood to his full height (considerably taller than several years ago, spending years with no one but a Sith Pureblood as your only physical contact with people followed by another few months of training to kill the person that killed her, followed by one the worst ass kicking he'd ever received and a long period of time spent looking for ways to make a five-foot long weapon to be used to kill a three-meter tall Force Sensitive eater tends to do that to a person) and proceeded to slip his lightsaber to his belt, using sleight of hand to make sure that Matayn didn't see it (Hiro would hopefully understand). He was so engrossed in this that he mostly missed Hiro's comments.
"Hmm? What? Oh, yes, friends... Well, I actually have a piss-poor amount of them left and two of them are in the Jedi so I don't get to see them much, so yes, I'll be anyone's friend, really."
Again, he thought about his statement.
"Provided they don't try to kill me."
He then realized how offensive that sounded. He sighed, but didn't loosen up.
"Sorry. Best way to get around Nar Shadaa is to walk quickly and look pissed off. I'm focused on looking like someone the muggers aren't going to mess around with, so sorry for not really paying attention."
He then went back to glaring and looking annoyed. People stopped looking at them like a hunk of meat presented to a hungry dog after three-weeks of temptation.
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