[ the person in question is a man dubiously in his late thirties, and he's evidently already retrieved his clothing--all black, practical--as well as his other personal items, one of which is very clearly a lightsaber clipped to his belt. he's on his back, arm over his face, presence in the force so well-masked he's nearly invisible.
still, he reacts to the greeting, sliding his arm away from his face to squint tiredly at the young man. young jedi, apparently. ]
Oh, [ he says, dry as tatooine, ] wonderful. [ sorry, cal, revan's relationship with the temple in his time is rocky at best. still, he sits up after a moment, rubbing both hands over his face and then turning to cal to look him over properly. ] Hey, you okay, kid?
sleepover
still, he reacts to the greeting, sliding his arm away from his face to squint tiredly at the young man. young jedi, apparently. ]
Oh, [ he says, dry as tatooine, ] wonderful. [ sorry, cal, revan's relationship with the temple in his time is rocky at best. still, he sits up after a moment, rubbing both hands over his face and then turning to cal to look him over properly. ] Hey, you okay, kid?