Dooku is in the Bar. He's sitting there, pondering...well, who knows what he's pondering. But it's something, and he's probably botherable in spite of it. Any takers?
A wheelchair bumps into the back of Dooku's chair, and the man sitting in it looks completely mortified.
He's dressed as any normal Earth civilian, in a blue hooded sweatshirt, jeans, and sneakers. The only noticeable things about him are the scars around his mouth, almost invisible the way the light's currently catching him.
"It's alright." Dooku glances over at the man in the wheelchair. "I don't I've seen you here before." He gently gestures, moving the chair next to him aside with some...unseen energy, and gestures for the man to pull up his (wheel)chair.
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A wheelchair bumps into the back of Dooku's chair, and the man sitting in it looks completely mortified.
He's dressed as any normal Earth civilian, in a blue hooded sweatshirt, jeans, and sneakers. The only noticeable things about him are the scars around his mouth, almost invisible the way the light's currently catching him.
"I'm-I'm sorry," he mumbles.
"D-didn't mean t' -- I'm sorry."
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"Haven't been around too much," he admits, wheeling up, watching the chair out of the corner of his eye.
"I'm Harvey."
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