fandomtownies | The Beach, Monday Evening

You'd think a weekend spent rooting through ancient Jedi artifacts and giving rides to Twi'lek ex-Jedi would've been enough to knock him out for a couple of days, or at least an evening, but no. Atton was restless, kept feeling restless, and no amount of pacing around his apartment was fixing it.

So instead he took his pacing outside. Again. He wasn't actually sure why, considering all of his experiences with the outside had been terrible lately. Just the space, he guessed, having some room to move - stuff he didn't quite have on Dantooine, even if it was bigger.

Too many eyes watching who knew exactly who he was and what he was doing there. It was enough to throw any guy off, let alone someone with as much crap spooking through his head as Atton did.

So, yeah, he made it to the beach. Eventually. He wasn't gonna stand there and stare, though. He was just... walking. The whole length of it till the end, then back again. That helped. A little.

Stupid restlessness.

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