[He watched the change in how Dirk held himself, and a part of him wanted to ignore it because what was the point? He wasn't one to gloat about his conquests, and he also wasn't even certain how well this would work given he was so much bigger and filled out than any of his previous experiences. They could both fail miserably and promise to never speak of it again.
At first, he decided it wasn't worth questioning why Dirk went from trying to impress him with hospitality to guarded. Or maybe uncomfortable? One of the two, he thought.]
It looks nothing like the droids I've had experience with. How breakable is it?
[Savage was not above smashing droids when they were in the way, even if they had technically been on his side at the time. If they were in the way, they had to go. Also, they were easier to practice certain lightsaber forms with rather than let his Master beat him into the ground over and over.
He cast one last lingering look to the droid before following Dirk through the small abode to the bedroom, and it was better than most in his opinion. It wasn't fancy, and no bedframe meant that there was nothing to break. It was for the best in his opinion. He stepped over more machinery parts and looked around. He lifted a finger to push against the hilts of one of the knives, letting it wobble in the wall before moving on.
Yet, he turned to stare at Dirk when there were ground rules. How novel. He'd never dealt in safe words or rules before, and he was curious of the fact there were so many. Some more warnings than rules, but he rubbed his chin with his fingers as he considered. Did he have rules? Aside from 'no' means 'no', he couldn't think of any.]
Do you shoot laser bolts from your eyes? [It was a pressing question that needed answering.] I don't... have rules. Or safe words. Only if you or I says stop or no, we do.
[On one hand, he felt a little foolish for not having rules, and it called into question so many things that could be wrong with his upbringing. They were raised to push the limits, to follow orders and give them, but in the end, they were slaves to the Nightsisters and no amount of 'stop' or 'no' would be given an ear.
More importantly, he rounded back to the kitchen conversation as he approached Dirk. He should just let it go, but they had been upfront with each other so far and he could appreciate that.]
Something happened when I said to keep this quiet. Why?
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At first, he decided it wasn't worth questioning why Dirk went from trying to impress him with hospitality to guarded. Or maybe uncomfortable? One of the two, he thought.]
It looks nothing like the droids I've had experience with. How breakable is it?
[Savage was not above smashing droids when they were in the way, even if they had technically been on his side at the time. If they were in the way, they had to go. Also, they were easier to practice certain lightsaber forms with rather than let his Master beat him into the ground over and over.
He cast one last lingering look to the droid before following Dirk through the small abode to the bedroom, and it was better than most in his opinion. It wasn't fancy, and no bedframe meant that there was nothing to break. It was for the best in his opinion. He stepped over more machinery parts and looked around. He lifted a finger to push against the hilts of one of the knives, letting it wobble in the wall before moving on.
Yet, he turned to stare at Dirk when there were ground rules. How novel. He'd never dealt in safe words or rules before, and he was curious of the fact there were so many. Some more warnings than rules, but he rubbed his chin with his fingers as he considered. Did he have rules? Aside from 'no' means 'no', he couldn't think of any.]
Do you shoot laser bolts from your eyes? [It was a pressing question that needed answering.] I don't... have rules. Or safe words. Only if you or I says stop or no, we do.
[On one hand, he felt a little foolish for not having rules, and it called into question so many things that could be wrong with his upbringing. They were raised to push the limits, to follow orders and give them, but in the end, they were slaves to the Nightsisters and no amount of 'stop' or 'no' would be given an ear.
More importantly, he rounded back to the kitchen conversation as he approached Dirk. He should just let it go, but they had been upfront with each other so far and he could appreciate that.]
Something happened when I said to keep this quiet. Why?