[As much as Boba trusts Lucien more than he did before, his instincts upon being invited into a new environment are much the same; he stands at the threshold for a moment, eyes briefly looking past Lucien to scan the room behind him. Then, seemingly satisfied, he looks back up at Lucien with a nod and steps in.
This safehouse feels more like an actual home than the last one and yet, Boba doesn’t seem at all at ease. He’s not quite on-edge or mistrustful, just tangibly awkward as he struggles to remember how to be social after several weeks of near-solitude.]
Okay, [he says, standing stiffly in the middle of the room.] Er… thank you for inviting me over. And for giving me the address.
[Another safehouse compromised. Boba wonders how many he has left.]
np!
This safehouse feels more like an actual home than the last one and yet, Boba doesn’t seem at all at ease. He’s not quite on-edge or mistrustful, just tangibly awkward as he struggles to remember how to be social after several weeks of near-solitude.]
Okay, [he says, standing stiffly in the middle of the room.] Er… thank you for inviting me over. And for giving me the address.
[Another safehouse compromised. Boba wonders how many he has left.]