Student
Outfit
Well tailored robes from attending the dance, dress shoes, gold horn jewelry.
Driving: The Cat Carrier
Location: Tundra near mountain caves
[ VIBES ]
Sometime after dance related obligations had been fulfilled, somewhere between exceedingly awkward interactions with a few of his peers and a shocking nomination for "Dance Prince" the zabrak finally had enough. He stuck it out long enough to feel as if he wasn't quitting early but eventually asked
Micah tol Powl
to leave with him. Tension wound itself tightly into his shoulders, it made his jaw tense and caused fists to clench. Though he'd made a valiant effort to keep his cool, had used every tool he knew to breathe through stressful situations, there was just something about the overwhelming environment of the dance that eventually wore his senses down.Things started to feel better the moment he got into the driver's seat, and the power packed into the speeder help him accelerate away from the cloying over-stimulation of moments before. Naami would answer with as few syllables if spoken to, not unkindly but certainly with an edge of stress in his voice. WIth great haste and little regard for anyone save for Micah's safety as his passenger, they quickly made their way down from the mountains to descend into frosty foothills. On a whim and because he'd relaxed a fair bit, the zabrak decided to take a detour off road. He was aiming for the top of a moonlit hill that seemed to glitter in the starlight. Naami released a slow breath and killed the engine, gazing out into the desolate but beautiful tundra. Eventually his hands feel away from the wheel and he sparred a glance for his companion.
"Sorry for-" he shook his head and hooked a tumb over his shoulder as if indicating the event they left behind, the gold rings on his horns shimmering faintly.
He didn't finish the sentence, unsure how to summarize what exactly he was feeling. Naami decided to switch tacts, breifly fiddling with the gold cuff perched on the shell of his ear before removing it and setting it on the center console.
"Here," he leaned closer in order to reach to the back of the car.
Naami brought forth a small rectangular package and offered it to the kit. It was wrapped fastidiously in festive wrapping paper with a little notecard attached. It was written in Naami's fastidious and somewat blocky handwritting with the message: To Micah, the best friend I've ever had. -Naami
"Err- Happy Life Day..." he managed in a quiet tone, blue eyes still shy of connecting with Micah's.
When the top holobook of the package was revealed, Naami cleared his throat and intoned in catharese.
"Tras ah hra ra, ra chast... grrnk?" "That one is for me, I have been... vomiting?"
"Uh... chit. Well, I mean to say I've been practicing," he managed after stumbling over the words.
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