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[notmygrandfather]

Anakin thought he was sneaking back into the temple during a jog around it. Well, he was sneaking in somewhere, anyway...

He approaches the bar in orange cargo pants and a plain blue (sweaty) t-shirt.

"Can I have a blue fizz? Thanks."

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[thewidewideworld]

Sinric comes down to the bar, dressed in practical travelling clothes, his hair braided with silver beads, his eyes heavy with kohl.

He pauses at the bar, leaving messages and gifts for friends and filling a pouch with the modern things he’s grown accustomed too. Toothpaste, shampoo and conditioner, pain killers, antiseptic creams. Far more than the little belt-pouch looks like it should be able to hold. Not that it seems to make the pouch any heavier either.

He takes a key from inside his sleeve and places it on the bar with a sigh of... contentment perhaps.

He looks around the bar, drinking it all in one last time before he heads for the door and back to his own world.

Botherable before he goes. Open all weekend.