(Darth Spoob)(Human form)
It was quiet today so far. No new tasks sent to him through private communications, no immanent threat hanging above his head, he had a good stock of supplies, and Temile was for once not combative today. Everything was peaceful, and that set the Sith Lord on edge. Things were never peaceful for him, never. This had to be a mistake, a test, or something much worse. He just didn't have quiet days. It wasn't possible for him and the life he lived, so he could not help but make himself hyper aware of everything around him. He pushed his senses out as far as he could as he paced the small kitchen in circles.
(Spoob-1)