「 — @javnennavok | 3954 BBY | TBD LOCATION 」
“I, erm.” Jav’nen purses his lips as he mulls over where this sentence is going. “Appreciate it.” The tones of his voice from start to finish clash like dissonant notes. This is characteristic of most of his responses to Kal who reminds him of rapidly changing melodies. He never knows quite how to read the man.
“I suppose if your surveillance senses will be that keen, it won’t hurt to take a quick stroll around. My life is in your hands, Kal’edee.” It’s been weeks since he’s set foot outside a 10 foot radius of their place of residency. Some air might help calm his spirits in ways alcohol cannot.
“Of course,” Kal bows with an over dramatic flourish, humor in his voice, “I am at your disposal as ever. A weapon at your command-- never again shall you have to fear the dreaded gaze of the public!” His grin as he bounces back up to his full height is teasing and lighthearted-- it’s only been a year, but he’s already more comfortable around Jav’nen than most, and this kind of playfulness isn’t unusual.
Neither is the way his heart skips a beat when Vin uses his nickname.
“I did some scoping around the other day when I went for supplies,” He's moving as he speaks, checking that all of his weapons are in the right holsters and opening the door for his companion, “And I think I found a secure enough little eatery. Some air will do you some good.”