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Post by Aeré Jupal on Sept 24, 2009 21:53:04 GMT 1
Aeré looks up from her light meal, consisting of some salat and slices of meat. She puts her fork down on the table with a loud cling. Seth is not the only one observing today. She has observed him, too. And he hasn't eaten anything all day. That can't possibly be healthy. And she despises to eat on her own, when she knows that there is another person in the apartment that needs to eat just as much as she does.
The Senator of Naboo leaves the small kitchen, where she prepares all her meals by herself. She doesn't want a droid to do this kind of work for her. Entering the living room, she looks around to spot her bodyguard somewhere. It is getting late. She wraps her evening gown made of midnightblue silk tighter around her.
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Post by Seth Vall on Sept 24, 2009 22:05:55 GMT 1
"Is anything wrong, senator?" Seth's voice comes from behind her. He is standing with his back against the wall, holding a datapad. Probably updating himself on the news. A slight glow from the screen illuminates his face. His grey eyes are watching her calmly.
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Post by Aeré Jupal on Sept 24, 2009 22:09:48 GMT 1
Aeré twitches, her always-in-control-mind saving her from jumping from the floor. She turns around to send him a piercing, steelgrey glance. "You startled me."
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Post by Seth Vall on Sept 24, 2009 22:14:09 GMT 1
"I'm sorry. I did not mean to do that." Or perhaps he did? Just a little? She'll never know. "Is everything okay?"
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Post by Aeré Jupal on Sept 24, 2009 22:16:55 GMT 1
"You are forgiven." Aeré rests her arms folded across her chest. "But I actually had a question for you. When did you have dinner? I haven't seen you eat anything all day."
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Post by Seth Vall on Sept 24, 2009 22:23:02 GMT 1
Seth looks at her, a little surprised by her question. "I eat when I know that you don't need me. I had breakfast before you woke op, lunch when you were preparing your speech, and I will have dinner hen you have gone to bed."
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Post by Aeré Jupal on Sept 24, 2009 22:30:44 GMT 1
"But I need you now." Aeré looks at him, completely seriously. Her face is not suggesting otherwise, that is. "I need you to eat something. I want you to have dinner with me."
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Post by Seth Vall on Sept 24, 2009 22:36:48 GMT 1
Seth keeps looking at her. He raises an eyebrow. Perhaps he is not really convinced of her not going on on one of her funny little jokes again.
"As I said, senator, I do eat."
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Post by Aeré Jupal on Sept 24, 2009 22:43:23 GMT 1
"I know you do. You just told me." Aeré nods. "But I can't eat anything, knowing that you are somewhere in the house - not eating. So I think that you should have dinner with me. Besides I hate eating alone."
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Post by Seth Vall on Sept 24, 2009 22:51:37 GMT 1
Seth keeps looking at her, not an emotion on his face. Then, he nods. "All right." He pushes himself away from the wall, turning off the datapad before putting it down on the coffee table. "We do that."
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Post by Aeré Jupal on Sept 24, 2009 22:54:56 GMT 1
Aeré smiles and nods once. "And then I can make sure that you are actually eating something and not making it up to trick me. You are almost more skinny than me." She waves at him with a slender hand, as she walks out in the kitchen again to serve the rest of the salat and the meat to him.
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Post by Seth Vall on Sept 24, 2009 23:14:01 GMT 1
Seth frowns as he follows her to the kitchen. "I look like a person who would lie about eating? Anorexias don't last in a business like this, you know."
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Post by Aeré Jupal on Sept 24, 2009 23:17:14 GMT 1
Aeré turns her head and looks at him. At the way up and all the way down. "You don't look like you have an eating disorder. But you could get one very quickly." She points at the other chair at the table. "Please, sit. I'm almost done."
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Post by Seth Vall on Sept 24, 2009 23:45:35 GMT 1
This time Seth cant help but sigh. He shakes his head, pulling the chair from the table to sit down as commanded. What Aeré can't see is the hint of an amused smile on his face.
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Post by Aeré Jupal on Sept 25, 2009 6:39:05 GMT 1
Aeré puts a plate down in front of him with the same salat and meat slices as hers, along with a glass of water. Perhaps she is a very busy lady, but she never forgets to eat. She is thin, yes, but not in the inhealthy way. That's just the way, nature created her. Seth, on the other hand, don't look like a person for whom it would be healthy skipping a meal. She sits down on the other chair. "I hope you like ít. I don't have a droid to prepare each meal for me."
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Post by Seth Vall on Sept 25, 2009 8:58:04 GMT 1
Seth waits for her to sit down, before picking up the knife and fork. "Then I am sure you have had every good opportunity to become a fine cook." He still can't see the problem. Sure, nothing unusual in humans being more comfortable when having company, that's the very nature of their race. But her worrying about him like that? He is thin, and he knows it. His body is not much besides bones and muscles. If he didn't train hard he'd probably be thinner than the senator. But he does train. And he does eat. A lot, actually. His body just burns it all away before it shows on him the slightest. He fails to see how that makes him close to an eating disorder.
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Post by Aeré Jupal on Sept 25, 2009 12:57:38 GMT 1
"Oh, I have." Aeré smiles at him. "I went to a fine cooking school back home on Naboo. You won't get poisoned by my cooking, don't worry." She starts eating again, now a little more relaxed, having some company.
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Post by Seth Vall on Sept 25, 2009 16:58:12 GMT 1
Seth chooses just to nod as a reply, and begins eating too. 'Poison doesn't need to taste of anything' is not a good reply.
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Post by Aeré Jupal on Sept 25, 2009 17:40:47 GMT 1
Aeré doesn't say anymore. She eats her meal, but looks at him now and then as if to check if he is in fact eating anything. Then she puts her knife and fork down. "How did you get so thin, if I may be so bold to ask?"
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Post by Seth Vall on Sept 25, 2009 19:57:57 GMT 1
Seth is eating. He really is.
He looks up as she talks, after swallowing a mouthful of salad. "Get? I've always been. Even thinner when I was a kid."
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Post by Aeré Jupal on Sept 26, 2009 10:14:05 GMT 1
You are still a kid to my eyes - or maybe not a kid, but still young. Too young to this sort of job.
Aeré tilts her head sligtly. "You were?" A quick smile crosses her lips. "How in the name of the stars did you get into the army?"
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Post by Seth Vall on Sept 26, 2009 20:26:58 GMT 1
Seth is not force sensitive, and as such, can not read other people's thoughts. Lucky, perhaps, for if he could, he would probably be rather annoyed.
"I trained."
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Post by Aeré Jupal on Sept 26, 2009 22:47:36 GMT 1
"You trained." Aeré nods. "That's a way to get into the Academy. Though I do not like that they admit so young boys to join up. Have you ever thought of getting another education?"
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Post by Seth Vall on Sept 27, 2009 17:42:31 GMT 1
((Seth))
"I added tactics and galactic war history to the basic education when I advanced to the officer's school at the military academy. But that's all in my files."
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Post by Aeré Jupal on Sept 27, 2009 17:48:02 GMT 1
"I did read your files," Aeré says. "Quite impressive, I must say. You could have made it as a General, if you had wanted to. What about languages? How many do you speak?"
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Post by Seth Vall on Sept 27, 2009 18:24:38 GMT 1
"Bocce and some huttese, apart from basic." Which is in my files too.
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Post by Aeré Jupal on Sept 27, 2009 18:48:04 GMT 1
Aeré smiles and folds her hands, resting them on the table. "I appriciate some knowledge of different languages. You will meet many people, who does not speak Basic." She looks questioningly at him. "Do you want some more food? There's still some left."
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Post by Seth Vall on Sept 27, 2009 19:31:23 GMT 1
"I can only imagine, senator. Though linguistics are not my strongest area." he answers. Then he nods once, as a reply to her question. "Thank you. It tastes good. And I understand I better eat something, right?" Is he teasing her? A little?
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Post by Aeré Jupal on Sept 27, 2009 19:53:45 GMT 1
Aeré's lips parts briefly in a smile, and she chuckles in a light laughter. "Thank you. And yes, you better eat something more, I think." She stands up and takes his plate to the kitchen table, where she fills them both with salat and meat again. "You went to officer's school after the military academy? A standard officer's education, yes?"
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Post by Seth Vall on Sept 27, 2009 20:05:50 GMT 1
"Standard army officer, yes." He nods. "Specializing in tactics, as I told you."
Her smiling like that is good. He has noticed that a few, rare times over the last few days. Perhaps she is beginning to accept his presence. He had halfway expected her to have him eat with her, to give herself a chance to verbally bite at him again.
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