[It was not the first time that a comparison had been made between Zabrak and felines, to the point where he had actually looked up Earth felines and their behaviours. And it was true that he and Maul and the other Nightbrothers had definite similarities with the noises that they made. If anything, K making the comparison amused him, since the droid seemed to know so much about humanity and the species they associated with.]
It's a greeting noise, yes. We make it when we are pleased or happy. [For some reason, it didn't seem odd to admit it when normally he wouldn't bother.] We can still say hello like most species would. Do you... like that noise?
[It seemed a little awkward to ask. Normally he could care less what anyone thought of what he did, said, or the noises he made, but he had a connection with K. He was still parsing out emotional connections with beings beyond Maul and his own species, and that took him awhile given his interactions with other species back in the galaxy he lived in. He was either feared or ignored mostly.
He turned in his seat to look back at the remaining patrons and some did seem to be nursing their drinks. So this was a safe space, was it? He'd been in catinas that claimed the same thing and yet he and his brother had been hunted by bounty hunters anyway. He returned to watching K after a moment, returning to leaning forward towards the droid.]
I had trouble making it here with the city in turmoil as it is, so I expect I wasted a lot of time getting to the lamps. [He shrugged his shoulders. If he didn't get to stay long, that was fine too. K seemed to be someone who left the invitation on the open-ended side.] Well... a drink sounds fine. Surprise me. I'm not familiar with alcohol beyond what we ferment on Dathomir.
[And while K went about his job, Savage would be keenly watching the whole time. There was something comfortable about the droid, a similar feeling as he developed with Willow until she had killed him.]
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It's a greeting noise, yes. We make it when we are pleased or happy. [For some reason, it didn't seem odd to admit it when normally he wouldn't bother.] We can still say hello like most species would. Do you... like that noise?
[It seemed a little awkward to ask. Normally he could care less what anyone thought of what he did, said, or the noises he made, but he had a connection with K. He was still parsing out emotional connections with beings beyond Maul and his own species, and that took him awhile given his interactions with other species back in the galaxy he lived in. He was either feared or ignored mostly.
He turned in his seat to look back at the remaining patrons and some did seem to be nursing their drinks. So this was a safe space, was it? He'd been in catinas that claimed the same thing and yet he and his brother had been hunted by bounty hunters anyway. He returned to watching K after a moment, returning to leaning forward towards the droid.]
I had trouble making it here with the city in turmoil as it is, so I expect I wasted a lot of time getting to the lamps. [He shrugged his shoulders. If he didn't get to stay long, that was fine too. K seemed to be someone who left the invitation on the open-ended side.] Well... a drink sounds fine. Surprise me. I'm not familiar with alcohol beyond what we ferment on Dathomir.
[And while K went about his job, Savage would be keenly watching the whole time. There was something comfortable about the droid, a similar feeling as he developed with Willow until she had killed him.]