Fourth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon
Okay, Atton's enthusiasm about being anywhere not-Nar-Shaddaa had evaporated at impressive speed.
That was probably just because Atton was as Atton did, really. He couldn't exist for very long without finding something to complain about.
Still, the novelty of it all hadn't quite worn off yet; not that you could tell, by the way he had sprawled all over the common room couch, feet on the table, a bowl of some strange local snack food at his side and a bottle of let's-just-say-it's-pop-even-though-it-isn't in his hand.
Watching TV.
Something called Deadliest Warrior, as a matter of fact. "You call that shooting?" he said, digging his fingers back into the snack bowl. "Does anyone on this planet even know what a firefight looks like?"
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That was probably just because Atton was as Atton did, really. He couldn't exist for very long without finding something to complain about.
Still, the novelty of it all hadn't quite worn off yet; not that you could tell, by the way he had sprawled all over the common room couch, feet on the table, a bowl of some strange local snack food at his side and a bottle of let's-just-say-it's-pop-even-though-it-isn't in his hand.
Watching TV.
Something called Deadliest Warrior, as a matter of fact. "You call that shooting?" he said, digging his fingers back into the snack bowl. "Does anyone on this planet even know what a firefight looks like?"
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