As Anakin perched his body up from the ground, he felt the sharp edges of the weeds brush against his side. The bottom edge of his robe lifted slightly, as the cool air gusted against his cheeks. With his mechanical hand, he tapped the lateral of his leg with his fingers, as an impeding and scorned gaze filled his hues The Sith’s eyebrows lifted with a stringent grimace stretched between his features. Both brims of his mouth curved into a slight oval, as an immense exhale of air split from his lips.
Anger was consuming his mind, awaiting for an explosion to erupt. Though he had only been here for a mere small while, it was clear how different this galaxy was and he desired to not stay for any sufficient amount of time. Despite this, the force told him otherwise. The black hood that wrapped itself around his body drug against the dirt as he pushed his feet forward.
It had been a long day. Most of the day Anakin spent looking for supplies. Everything here was different, including the inhabitants as well. After a few more moments passed, Anakin found his way into a small diner. It was crowded. Before he found a seat, the sith felt someone behind him and abruptly stopped his movements. “If you have something to say, say it.” The words rigidly parted from his mouth as he languidly turned around and stared at them with no emotion











