Ah, right. [ he kind of gets it. not from experience he chose for himself, of course, if only because he'd been too poor on tatooine, and by the time he'd left, he'd been too busy, with too much riding on his shoulders. he has, however, been battered through the force by the occasional addict's experience, and he's been accidentally dosed and, well, tortured, so. granted, his own experiences were generally less innocuous than thinking himself a zipper, so maybe he doesn't get it at all.
he glances back as klaus approaches, lifting the comm a little higher for the other man to see. ]
Well, I can at least promise you that if I get off this rock, I won't leave you behind. [ his lips quirk up, and he glances away again, down to the comm in his hands. he turns it, expression thoughtful, switching it to his prosthetic to touch his flesh fingers to the buttons-- and nearly drops it as the screen pops up and music starts playing. ] Sithspit!
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he glances back as klaus approaches, lifting the comm a little higher for the other man to see. ]
Well, I can at least promise you that if I get off this rock, I won't leave you behind. [ his lips quirk up, and he glances away again, down to the comm in his hands. he turns it, expression thoughtful, switching it to his prosthetic to touch his flesh fingers to the buttons-- and nearly drops it as the screen pops up and music starts playing. ] Sithspit!