No both were obvious, but obviously I’m no mind reader…why are you irritated though, since were there.

That was the last time I try and be polite then, I guess.

bless…us?

thought as much.

need a blanket? warm milk?

yes, so why haven’t you?

you need a drink

"Right." Imri said. Though his instincts were not as convinced as his agreement sounded.

Weird things had been happening, and even the fact there was a Qimir here beside him should technically one of them. Sith magicks weren't predictable, or safe.

"I don't know," he almost hissed, he was trying to remain quiet "but I don't like it." There was one thing though he was grateful for, he knew that whoever it was approaching them, it wasn't 𝒉𝒆𝒓.

[ @qimirr.bsky.social ] "Stop." He frowned, concerned at the man who looked indistinguishable from himself. Imri lowered his voice, "Can you feel that?"

Aside from the emotions of Qimir that Imri had learnt to politely ignore, he sensed someone else's feelings close by; and they weren't happy.