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starcrossedspy[Hutta is as it has been: industrialized-ugly, looked after in the most selfish of ways by its hedonistic rulers, and a great spot to find a variety of people.
Yet still, as ever, not so much the Chiss. Natirru stands out in the cantina, though he would certainly stand out among his own for sheer bulk as well. His species isn't the only conspicuous thing, however, as he doesn't even make it halfway to the bar before tripping over a stool at one of the tables, which clatters loudly on the floor as he goes down with it. He then hits his head on the underside of the table in attempting to stand back up. Ouch.
Though...someone actually watching him as opposed to being entertained might notice he very much could have gotten up more carefully. Someone watching closer might have seen something small and flat fall off the underside of the table, thin enough to be a paint chip. And if someone continued watching, they would see that as he chose to sit at that table looking sheepish and rubbing the back of his head, he made sure to bring his foot down on top of it as he leaned forward to rest an elbow on the table.
Tripping was a mistake. But he won't say no to one less rival listening device in the room.]
Yet still, as ever, not so much the Chiss. Natirru stands out in the cantina, though he would certainly stand out among his own for sheer bulk as well. His species isn't the only conspicuous thing, however, as he doesn't even make it halfway to the bar before tripping over a stool at one of the tables, which clatters loudly on the floor as he goes down with it. He then hits his head on the underside of the table in attempting to stand back up. Ouch.
Though...someone actually watching him as opposed to being entertained might notice he very much could have gotten up more carefully. Someone watching closer might have seen something small and flat fall off the underside of the table, thin enough to be a paint chip. And if someone continued watching, they would see that as he chose to sit at that table looking sheepish and rubbing the back of his head, he made sure to bring his foot down on top of it as he leaned forward to rest an elbow on the table.
Tripping was a mistake. But he won't say no to one less rival listening device in the room.]
