Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Tuesday

[suitably_heroic]

It had been a long flight.

The second Atton had left kolto, he'd barged down the hall to fix whatever Mical had done to his ship. It was a stupid, futile thing, and the fault a very minor one - but at least it had been something he could fix.

But now the Hawk had landed back at the Temple. There was nothing left for him to fix.

... Shit. What was Mira's Padawan's name, again?

He hunched a little as he walked into the temple, his hands stuck in the pockets of his jacket, too much rumbling under the surface for a place as big and public as this.

He needed to get back to Fandom.

Before August was over.

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[myownface]

Sparkle wasn't going to, like, tackle Atton, no. But the moment he was made aware that he'd gotten back, he was going to dislodge himself from under a puppy pile of Padawans and set off to try to find him. Not as easy when you weren't a Jedi, sure, but he knew Atton's haunts well enough by now to know to start at the Hawk and kind of fan out from there.

Sooner or later, it was bound to do the trick.

"Hey," he said, his own hands stuck in his pockets as he made his way over to Atton. "Shower for a week and sleep for a month, was it?"

He wasn't, like, immediately pulling Atton in for a hug or anything. That wasn't something you just sprung on a guy. But he was going to make sure Atton knew he was there for this anyway.