Won't be long till the summer comes

[exsithstential]

WHO: Revan and Luke
WHERE: Some real hipster ice cream shop, Heropa
WHEN: 6/18
WHAT: Luke's been dealing with the feels, and if there's someone who has an abundance of experience in that field it's none other than the Dark Lord of Feels himself.
WARNINGS: Naw


It was a strange feeling... Having a young Jedi seek him out for help in something that wasn't... galactic.

For a Jedi, and one of his elder years (even if he didn't look it), he had skipped the whole 'mentor' stage of his life. Whenever there was a duty that needed to be done, he often times lone wolfed it. And that was when he wasn't blacklisted by the Jedi temple, and forbidden from taking an apprentice.

So... he's a bit new at this.

True to tradition, he arrives first, grabbing a table for them for when Luke arrives.

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[faithfulson]

Luke arrived not that long after, looking around for Revan in the doorway first, before zipping over to him. He offered a smile once he was seated, before looking around again at the store itself. Well. This was... what was the word. Unique? He'd go with that.

"Thanks for agreeing to see me," he said, bleeding nervousness all over the Force. "There's... been a lot on my mind lately."

[exsithstential]

"Don't give me too much credit yet. The venue I've chosen might do more harm than good..." He does his best to only give his surroundings the briefest of critical glances.

"It had five stars." He shrugs. "Anyways, so is your concern stemming from our universe, or this one?"

In his experience, difficult subjects were often times better approached when offered a guiding direction. Sort of like turning on the runway lights.

[faithfulson]

"...both?"

Luke made a face, before he slumped his shoulders.

"My future nephew showed up here," he explained. "He follows the Dark Side too. So does my father... and then there's Count Dooku on top of it."

He let out a helpless noise, flopping his arms onto the table.