#siderealliora

[vestirkano]

“If you’d like to go somewhere and quietly fuck yourself, I’ll be waiting patiently for your return.” ( from liora )

    「 — @lioravirai​ | 3954 BBY | Nal Hutta  」

Vestir usually doesn’t make it a point of priority to set foot on someone else’s ship and look smug. But for Liora, he does. “Just direct me to where you sleep then,” he says, looking her straight in the soulless voids of her eyes.

With Aerith already retreating back to his room, the air sits uncomfortably between Vestir and Liora. In the span of the universe, there are people who are much less skilled to keep themselves and someone else alive. Alternatively, there are also people who are much less obnoxious to be around. He glances at her out the corner of his eyes and immediately meets her hard, judgmental stare. Fuck off— He holds the remark in his mind to prevent a fight. He owes her one or whatever. 

“So, uh. Are you staying on this world for much longer?”

[itriironfist]

— WORKING MAN〔port raga in hutt space /// 3954BBY /// itri & liora 〕

@lioravirai

If Itri could help it, his only stops would be in Hutt Space. That was probably a very odd preference, but if you were to ask him, the shadier your surroundings, the less people actually paid attention to you, and while he didn't go around getting specifically involved in shady or illegal business, when people were more self-absorbed and worried about covering their own arses, no one would really bother you. Concisely, people minded their own damn business, which worked out perfectly for him.

Aside from not having to deal with prying eyes, there were also parts he couldn't get in more… reputable places. It was currently why he'd landed his piece of junk at Port Raga, smaller than most hubs, like Nal Hutta or Nar Shaddaa, but it suited his business just fine right now. Patting his ship as he exited, Itri paused when a piece of sheeting on the hull clattered loose on the ground. “You're shedding again,” Itri said, tone amused as he glanced up at the ship as though it could hear him. It was a miracle at all that the thing was space worthy, but that was evidence to both Itri's skill and his sentimentality. He'd had this thing for almost twenty years now, no reason why he should retire it when it still flew… sort of.

Tossing the sheet of metal back into the ship — he'd fix it later — Itri moved further into the port, hands in his pocket, a veritable giant where humans were concerned at 6’6”. For the most part, people moved out of his way, especially smaller species, and Itri, for all his qualities, had the flaw that he'd gotten so used to that fact, he didn't really watch where he was going anymore at this point.

As soon as he collided with something — someone — he looked down, though, and raised his eyebrows. An easy grin appeared on his face, even as his eyes searched the face he was now confronted with with some vague recognition. There was a hint of familiarity that he couldn't place. “'Scuse me, love. Didn't see you there? You're good?”