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“Excuse me,” Casimir says, a tight grin on display for pleasantry’s sake.
He does not like Jedi. Holier than thou was an attitude he could catch in a glance or a whiff. It was the first giveaway of a Jedi’s presence rather than their robes. But this one hadn't immediately irked him, which came as a surprise until the end of the half-hour of waiting for the man to leave the front of his booth. Acute aggravation had settled in it's place, more regarding the inconvenience than religious clash.
The evening was upon them on Havoc Outpost and he was sure to catch customers of one kind or another. Casimir would easily ignore him, be on his own way, if the man wasn’t standing directly in front of the closed overhead door of his booth.
“I’m about to open my business and you’re standing in front of my lock.”
A closed business door was as good as any place to lean, but Casimir couldn’t help but hold his breath, head inclining towards the protective lock associated to the small business front. Jedi wouldn’t make good customers for the psychic readings his booth provides. But being called out for anything else was just as dangerous to his career. There might be coincidence for the man choosing to rest or wait here, although Casimir had never fully believed in the existence of coincidence anyway.
"You don't strike me as someone waiting for my services," he adds with a stiff laugh.
