[Why he's surprised when he was the one who came to the door is anyone's guess. He hugs the record player a little closer to his chest and steps inside when Thrawn moves.]
H-hi.
[Then he has a curious look around at what he can immediately see.]
[Thrawn gestures to allow entrance. His cabin is one of three rooms and a hallway leading out to the main ship. On one side is his dojo, a white paneled affair behind a glass viewing wall, where weaponry and heavy-looking killer robots rest. The other side leads to his office and sleeping quarters. All of it is in the sleek gunmetal gray of the ISD Chimaera, his true home.
It is into the office that Thrawn leads them. He has his art on plinths and in frames around it all, with a viewport open to reveal a nebula being orbited, a view reflected back up on deck. The office is dark, lit up in neon around the extremes of the room, casting eerie shadows about the room. There is an exceptionally large desk shaped like a half circle, on which Thrawn sets his fingers.]
[A little nod. He carries the record player through and puts it down near the edge of the desk, comfortably enough that it won't fall off.
R is self-conscious about many things about himself but when it come to his taste in music, that hesitation doesn't come into play. Thrawn himself clearly has his own preferences when it comes to art and so on - something he doesn't fail to notice.
He is trying not to be intimidated on a general level.]
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Date: 2025-08-24 09:35 pm (UTC)[Why he's surprised when he was the one who came to the door is anyone's guess. He hugs the record player a little closer to his chest and steps inside when Thrawn moves.]
H-hi.
[Then he has a curious look around at what he can immediately see.]
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Date: 2025-08-27 11:49 pm (UTC)[Thrawn gestures to allow entrance. His cabin is one of three rooms and a hallway leading out to the main ship. On one side is his dojo, a white paneled affair behind a glass viewing wall, where weaponry and heavy-looking killer robots rest. The other side leads to his office and sleeping quarters. All of it is in the sleek gunmetal gray of the ISD Chimaera, his true home.
It is into the office that Thrawn leads them. He has his art on plinths and in frames around it all, with a viewport open to reveal a nebula being orbited, a view reflected back up on deck. The office is dark, lit up in neon around the extremes of the room, casting eerie shadows about the room. There is an exceptionally large desk shaped like a half circle, on which Thrawn sets his fingers.]
Over here.
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Date: 2025-08-29 10:56 pm (UTC)R is self-conscious about many things about himself but when it come to his taste in music, that hesitation doesn't come into play. Thrawn himself clearly has his own preferences when it comes to art and so on - something he doesn't fail to notice.
He is trying not to be intimidated on a general level.]
Shall I... pick one?
[He did bring a few options.]