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[M-OOM] Coruscant
Dec. 18th, 2007 08:31 amHe had no idea what had persuaded him to go into the small shop on Coruscant. There had been nothing there that he wanted, and there had definitely been nothing there for the girls either, but he needed to kill time while Kira was busy at the Temple.
Turned out, he was wrong and he had walked out with something from that shop. Not a package that could be tucked in the stroller or something to munch on as he made his way back to the Temple though.
No, this something had been imprinted on him: a small tattoo of numbers on his inner wrist, depicting the birth date of his daughters.
In the end, if Kira asked why (not that he thought she would question it or anything), he could say that it was her fault. Jokingly he'd tell her this though because in truth, it came down to an impulsive decision of something new and different.
And, well, he rather liked the idea when it came to him at some point between looking at drawings of skulls and bones and cherub babies.
Turned out, he was wrong and he had walked out with something from that shop. Not a package that could be tucked in the stroller or something to munch on as he made his way back to the Temple though.
No, this something had been imprinted on him: a small tattoo of numbers on his inner wrist, depicting the birth date of his daughters.
In the end, if Kira asked why (not that he thought she would question it or anything), he could say that it was her fault. Jokingly he'd tell her this though because in truth, it came down to an impulsive decision of something new and different.
And, well, he rather liked the idea when it came to him at some point between looking at drawings of skulls and bones and cherub babies.
