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[padme_politic]

Padme has the door to the room wide open, and she's cleaning. She's wearing oversized jeans belted at the waist and a sweatshirt, along with a scarf around her neck

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[big_violin]

Hamel had been walking by the room when he saw a door open and looked in and---

And yeah, he's totally checking out her ass as she's turned away from the door.

[padme_politic]

Padme turns around.

She tilts her head to the side. "Hello. I do not think we have met yet. I'm Padme."

[big_violin]

"Not too much padding," he eyes her ass critically in the sideview. Then he rights his head and smiles at her.

"A pleasure to meet you, miss. I am the hero, Hamel."

Oboe, the small bird sitting on the shoulder opposite the one holding the MASSIVE violin seems to be... face-winging.

[padme_politic]

She didn't hear that.

Padme does not comment on the "hero" part of his introduction. "Hello, Hamel. When did you arrive here?"

Padme looks at the bird curiously.

[big_violin]

The bird looks back at her with eyes a little too intelligent for any actual bird.

"I got here a little over a week ago, I think."

He scratches at his ear.

"There was the flat-chested kid with the knife, then the doctor who showed me to a room, and after that, Butchgirl with the almost-dead brother told me where to get food."

He seesaws back and forth on his heels.

"What about you?"

[padme_politic]

"I've been here a few months. I heard you play on Music Night. You're very good." She smiles pleasantly.

[big_violin]

He nods.

"Indeed. My magical music is my finest skill and greatest asset."

[padme_politic]

Padme's mouth twitches with amusement. He surely has a high opinion of himself.

"Who is your little bird friend?"

[big_violin]

He gives the bird a bit of a sneer and rolls his eyes.

"That's just Oboe."

Oboe, for his part, remains silent, playing the roll of dumb bird for the moment.

[padme_politic]

"It's nice that you came here with a friend," she says. "He's the first bird I've seen here."

[big_violin]

"He goes everywhere with me. Since I was little."

And his hand goes to his hat, because that goes with him everywhere too.

[padme_politic]

"Where do you come from, Hamel? Are you from Earth?"

It's a valid question. Most people here seem to be.

[big_violin]

He rolls his eyes.

"Of course. Where else would I come from? The world is the world."

His own earth is very/i> different from the one most people here would know, but Watanabe-san is a strange strange man and we just leave him alone.

[padme_politic]

"I am sorry for implying otherwise." She raises an eyebrow at his tone, smiling in amusement. "I myself am from a small planet called Naboo."

Her voice is exceedingly pleasant.

[big_violin]

...

"Sounds like a monkey."

[padme_politic]

Padme's eyes narrow just for a moment. "Suffice it to say that it is not. Whatever a monkey is."