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[pneumo]

I need a picture of the gorgeous woman, does anyone have any??

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[beardstrokes]

I . . . suppose? Why?

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[pneumo]

Because I haven't seen you since you gave me your jacket!

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[beardstrokes]

You mean, my robe.

But yes, you're welcome to stop by anytime.

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[pneumo]

What's the difference?

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[beardstrokes]

A jacket only extends to the waist, at the most. A robe is at least the length of a person.

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[pneumo]

Ohh... Well it was really comfy. Did you want it back?

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[beardstrokes]

Well, if you're not using it.

[ He went ahead and purchased a new one though. ]

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[pneumo]

[ Sascha wears it around the ship all the time...... ]

I do!

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[beardstrokes]

Then it's yours to keep. There's no point in my hoarding of robes if I've already given them away.

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[pneumo]

You really don't mind??

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[beardstrokes]

Not at all. Should I? You did ask, after all.

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[pneumo]

Well yeah... I dunno. I guess I wasn't expecting a yes!

[ But he sure is happy to have it; he's actually going to get the thing on before he heads on over. ]

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[beardstrokes]

You're welcome.

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[pneumo]

[ And that will be his last response for the moment, because Sascha's heading right on over to where Obi's scent is currently strongest! He's sporting some new totally cool shades thanks to Bigby now which makes all the artificial lighting in the station leagues more bearable. ]

[beardstrokes]

[ Obi-Wan is currently meditating in his room until the Force alerted him to Sascha's presence. His lips twitch as he waits, wondering whether Sascha would follow his instructions when it comes to visiting others. ]

[pneumo]

[ He can be taught! Especially when he gets the same lessons from several people, so even if his first instinct is to just open the door and he reaches for the panel...Sascha stops short, remembering, and tries to knock instead. ]

[beardstrokes]

[ He stands up. ]

Come in.

[pneumo]

[ Success♥ Sascha can't help the grin on his face as he quickly taps the sensor pad and lifts the very same in greeting the moment the door slides open. ]

Good mooooorning~ [ His morning. It's probably closer to evening at the moment. ]

[beardstrokes]

Morning?

[ He glances at the chronometer in his room. ] Don't you mean evening?

[pneumo]

[ Sascha shakes his head! ]

Nope! I just woke up a little while ago.

[beardstrokes]

Then you follow a different cycle than most.

[ Which would explain a lot. ]

You are nocturnal then?

[pneumo]

Uh-huh. Night-time's the best for me since there isn't any light around to hurt my eyes. [ Which is when he points to his stylin' shades. ] These help though!

[beardstrokes]

[ He smiles faintly. ]

I'm glad. Did you purchase those yourself? It was a smart decision.

[pneumo]

Uh-huh. I got lent money so I could go buy them and I wouldn't get headaches anymore. [ By his super-cool sugar daddy. Only not really, because Bigby would punch him if he ever said that. ]

[beardstrokes]

Were you unable to find a job on the station?

[ Though, looking at Sascha, Obi-Wan is pretty sure he doesn't have the strictest work ethic. ]