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Znayae sat in a little plaza on the streets of Coruscant. At the moment, he was seated in a petite stylized black chair next to a similarly styled table under a red and white umbrella. Another chair stood next to the table. Around them were various tables and chairs in the same arrangement. Here and there were scattered lovers and writers. A kiss here and there mixed with the furious scribbling on other tables. Perhaps they were commenting on the ominous state of the clouds and hoping to get in soon. A thick storm was coming. At least that's what the weather said.
The padawan was likely to get soaked till he got to the table. But there was a small window of time to get there. Maybe he'd use a bit of force speed to get there in time. Didn't he know that tardiness was a sin. Ah well, he'd get there eventually and if he didn't get there in time, the rain would be punishment enough.
Just a little bit more waiting...
The padawan was likely to get soaked till he got to the table. But there was a small window of time to get there. Maybe he'd use a bit of force speed to get there in time. Didn't he know that tardiness was a sin. Ah well, he'd get there eventually and if he didn't get there in time, the rain would be punishment enough.
Just a little bit more waiting...