Vihk Posted July 21, 2020 Share Posted July 21, 2020 (edited) Bent against the crux of his silent forge, a string of saliva hung from Vihk's lips, threatening to mar the hard steel floor. A soft knock against the outer wall stoked the periphery of Vihk's pleasant nap, but barely registered with the middle-aged former Mandalor who'd been working tireless days on a massive order of composite that had rolled through. His weary arms hung haphazardly across the anvil and would've continued to hang in peace if one of his smithing droids hadn't thwacked him on the side of the head. Neutral Interjection: Sir, there appears to be a customer at the door. Vihk, who hadn't planned on waking abruptly, dropped loudly to the floor. Like a bucket of white-hot carbonite splashing against his bare skin, the pain bloomed against his sore muscles and forced him to jolt all the way to his feet. He gave a brief look at the droid who offered nothing in response. Then, with all the ceremony of a homeless drifter, he adjusted his clothes while shambling for the door. He limped, one foot stuck in the right leg of his cargo pants, before finally slipping to the end, watching as the automatic steel door hissed open. He clapped his thick callused hands together and the mechanical lights clicked, filling the forge with white fluorescence. "Yeah, what did you need?" Vihk's blurry vision was starting to clear when he noticed the customer was actually a few inches shorter than he thought. And she was incredibly nervous. The veteran smiled in the hopes that it might comfort her, but he wasn't sure whether it helped or not. His scratchy beard mixed with his wild hair did not exactly communicate professionalism. Edited July 21, 2020 by Vihk << Look at the bottom of the Character Sheet >> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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