Monkey Business | Joining

[lavi s.]

WE BLAME THE TICK TOCK, THAT TICKS TO OUR SONG

Solitary is not how Lavi would describe himself typically -- distant, and perhaps reserved he was -- though perhaps how he found himself.  Locked in his studies -- and even catching a bit of a cough -- he'd found himself a little preoccupied.  Too preoccupied to show his face much of the time.  Even so, Lavi felt drawn out this day.  The young Jedi knew to shut himself in completely ended horribly.  So into the sun, the somewhat scruffy feline returned.  Soon enough, he found himself behind two clanmates, neither of whom he knew by name.  No wonder.

Primates brought back bad memories.  A temple in flames.  Children dying.  The burn of a blade then... Then nothing.  At least, for a time.  Of course... That primate had been an odd... Hybrid.  Mechanical.  Dark.  Lavi suppressed the scowl threatening his maw.  That one... He was gone now, dead from what he'd heard.  Died a Jedi.  Whatever.

"..." The tom rolled his shoulders back, a polite smile bright on his face.  "Lavi Solo.  Are you here looking for a place to stay perchance?" Most were, from what repeated history told him.

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