It's alright. I did a lot of good that way, too, and I don't have to worry about it anymore.
[ He smiles, though it's a little sad. He'd rather have been a zombie in Hadriel than a human here, if it meant he wasn't alone, but. You can't always get what you want, now can you? ]
[It's a hint of that sadness that Padmé can catch in his expression. Her hand moves, reaching out, to give a soft brief squeeze on his arm. No doubt there is more there, but it is his story. Stars know that Padmé hasn't shared her whole life story with anyone here.]
I mean, it certainly isn't what I would have written about myself, although I also wouldn't have posted anything.
[ A bit of light comes back into his eyes at the touch, his smile seeming brighter. ]
In my home world, we have dating apps. I might be one of the only people my age who's never written a profile. Honestly, I have no idea what I'd say in one.
[If there is such a thing, Padmé has never run across it. Then again, she hadn't dated that much anyway. Her life had always been busy, from princess to queen to senator. That, and the fact that she had secretly wed a Jedi later. No doubt Anakin would have been less than impressed had she posted to them.]
Yeah, society controlling how much someone has sex is just... it's kind of nuts?
[ He shrugs, leaning down to take the vegetables out of the oven while the steaks finish. It wouldn't be a problem if his partner were here, but for now he's on his own. ]
It is. Unfortunately we do need to play by their rules for now.
[There is a tightness on her face as she says that, as she hasn't exactly been doing that. Others, she knows, have found contracts fairly early, even if it was just to ease their way out of the Down and into something slightly better.]
There are ways, or so I've been told.
[Moving slightly to the side to get out of his way.]
Are you certain you don't need a hand with anything?
Choices, perhaps? There are places, or you can post, or- well, they don't exactly get into preferences with their little shenanigans, other than one's orientation.
[Moving to grab the plates and taken them over to the table.]
[ Drake tilts his head, wondering what she means by places. Brothels? That's really not his style but he can see how it's a good option if you're struggling to meet your quota. Hmm. ]
What kind of preferences would you want them to get into?
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[ He smiles, though it's a little sad. He'd rather have been a zombie in Hadriel than a human here, if it meant he wasn't alone, but. You can't always get what you want, now can you? ]
Yeah, I heard the same. How did yours turn out?
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I mean, it certainly isn't what I would have written about myself, although I also wouldn't have posted anything.
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In my home world, we have dating apps. I might be one of the only people my age who's never written a profile. Honestly, I have no idea what I'd say in one.
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[If there is such a thing, Padmé has never run across it. Then again, she hadn't dated that much anyway. Her life had always been busy, from princess to queen to senator. That, and the fact that she had secretly wed a Jedi later. No doubt Anakin would have been less than impressed had she posted to them.]
A nice guy who knows how to cook?
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[ He turns the steaks over and prods them with the tongs, seeming satisfied. ]
Too bad neither of those things are helping me meet my quota.
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She would argue that they would, along with the fact that he is quite handsome as well.]
It's one of many things that isn't fair about this place.
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[ He shrugs, leaning down to take the vegetables out of the oven while the steaks finish. It wouldn't be a problem if his partner were here, but for now he's on his own. ]
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[There is a tightness on her face as she says that, as she hasn't exactly been doing that. Others, she knows, have found contracts fairly early, even if it was just to ease their way out of the Down and into something slightly better.]
There are ways, or so I've been told.
[Moving slightly to the side to get out of his way.]
Are you certain you don't need a hand with anything?
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[ He sets the tray down and nods towards a particular cupboard. ]
You can grab us plates. And whatever you want to drink.
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[Moving to grab the plates and taken them over to the table.]
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What kind of preferences would you want them to get into?
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[Blondes. Brunettes. Male. Female. Short or tall... She could list any number of different variations.]
i never got this ;o;
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