[Savage had indeed received the invitation, but as expected, he had also received a good interrogation and teasing from his elder brother who suddenly seemed keenly interested in K. That had not been the kind of situation he had wanted to navigate, nor did he admit to the fact that he had lay around in the bed while K slept either; he knew that was fuel to the fire. The invitation was interesting; he was hardly invited anywhere for good reason. Willow might just be one of the few, he thought.
But tonight he was unsettled. His brother was off spending time with his mate, and the zealots had made their return which meant that she might return with them. Neither the pets nor the bedding was particularly good at cuddling, which was something he did frequently with his brother when Maul was around.
So, the invitation was taken with little thought of any consequences or the potential to be caught by one of the zealots. It was difficult to navigate the twisting and changing streets and buildings, but he did make his way there later than expected. He stepped in wearing his usual armour, but he was, by now, used to his towering form drawing wary expressions and apprehensive stares. He examined the room and the few remaining patrons before he made his way over to the bar to settle himself into one of the stools, which gave a creak of protest under his significant weight.
Then he issued a low chuff of greeting, a sound he rarely made to anyone outside of Maul.] The streets are messy, but November seems to be a month of city change. Besides, everyone is more concerned with The Tower anyway, so it leaves the rest of us to go about our business. Getting to the lamp was the hardest part. [He shrugged like it was no big deal, for now folding his arms one over the other where he rested them on the bar. He was leaned forward more than he normally would.] This place closes soon, yes?
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But tonight he was unsettled. His brother was off spending time with his mate, and the zealots had made their return which meant that she might return with them. Neither the pets nor the bedding was particularly good at cuddling, which was something he did frequently with his brother when Maul was around.
So, the invitation was taken with little thought of any consequences or the potential to be caught by one of the zealots. It was difficult to navigate the twisting and changing streets and buildings, but he did make his way there later than expected. He stepped in wearing his usual armour, but he was, by now, used to his towering form drawing wary expressions and apprehensive stares. He examined the room and the few remaining patrons before he made his way over to the bar to settle himself into one of the stools, which gave a creak of protest under his significant weight.
Then he issued a low chuff of greeting, a sound he rarely made to anyone outside of Maul.] The streets are messy, but November seems to be a month of city change. Besides, everyone is more concerned with The Tower anyway, so it leaves the rest of us to go about our business. Getting to the lamp was the hardest part. [He shrugged like it was no big deal, for now folding his arms one over the other where he rested them on the bar. He was leaned forward more than he normally would.] This place closes soon, yes?