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[Don is newly not furry but he's also looking annoyed and angry. His normally pristine features are grim. He's human - back to his handsome self but his hair hangs over his features and he's aggressively smoking a cigarette.]

So apparently I spend Sanguis as a bear thing. I know there's another fucking moon coming and I don't know what else is going to happen.

For the people who end up furry, you what - shave? And How do you handle clothing. Somebody ought to write a fucking book on this and let me publish it.

[He exhales smoke before taking another long drag on cigarette.]

And I'm not normally this open about this kind of thing but I need to moonlace. Bad. I'll buy you dinner and drinks. Or owe you in this case.

[He mutters something like takes all of the fun out of this before he sighs, leaning back and trying to relax.]

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[Twice a month. Well that gives him time to prepare.]

Endorian chicken? They have chicken in space? Do you fry them?

[God he's lucky he didn't get Iris.]

[He hesitates before continuing to talk] Yes. I tore up my apartment and I missed my meeting with one of the department stores but they seemed to ...understand.

[This is workable]

Can I ask?...You get any weird...urges? I wanted to fight like hell.

As far as I know, people back home eat them all kinds of ways. But those are from the forest moon of Endor, hence the name. [ He hasn't had many meals back home that weren't through the First Order. Someday, he plans to work on that.

Anyway, he grimaces. ] I... do get urges, yeah. All I'll say is that wish it was to fight something. But the moons don't seem to just change us physically... I'm worried about them, honestly, but I haven't found a way around it yet.

Need help with your apartment?

I'm all right for the moment.

[He scratches his head and shakes it off.] The thing about knowing yourself, is knowing your urges. It requires absolute mastery of yourself so...I'll just take the moons in stride. As long as I don't ruin more of my damn clothes.

[He stares at the remains of his apartment before he smiles weakly.] It's hard finding my particular style.

What moon are you under? Did you tell me and I let it slide? I'm sorry.

Hard to guess my urges when they weren't really mine to begin with. Unless there are things about myself that I really don't know. [ Either way, in his case, it's a little horrifying. Thankfully, he's way too into it in the moment to care. ]

That's all right. It's Iris. [ The worst one, in his opinion. ] At least under mine, I get to keep my clothes, I guess.

[He laughs aloud at that.]

...Listen, clothes make the man. It's a vain expense, but people respect you more if you're dressed for success.

[His features soften.]

It's a sign of weakness on their part. People should accept others based on personal merits, but part of the reason I've been able to get where I am is because of how I look.

I suppose it's partially my fault.

[He shrugs]

But call that a tip for getting ahead in life son. It's not just - It's making sure you look like what's on the billboards you know?

[ Getting ahead in life... That's one of the many things Finn doesn't want anymore. ]

I get it. Looking the part is a piece of acting the part. Act it well enough, people will believe it...

This might sound weird, but I'm still kind of new to fashion, finding what I like... What is your style, anyway? You said it's hard to find.

[ How did they end up in this conversation? ]

[Don is vain. He stands and points at his tie.]

Professional, but I guess there are different levels of professional. Some people say this is old fashioned. Another prismal called it vintage.

[He hesitates.] I grew up poor. If I'm going to go out and move product I'm going to make sure people trust me and people don't trust you if you look poor.

[his fingers snap] speaking of! not right now, but when I'm less under the weather I'd love you to take a look at one of these space clothing shops.

[ Finn really wants to say something about the comment of not trusting people if they look poor but... he's right. As much as Finn hates to admit it. How long had it taken for them to find that Summoner? Looking high and low for help when the whole time it was in the form of a woman planting flowers day after day... ]

It... is a little vintage where I'm from. A certain kind of fashion, I guess, but the formal clothes I'm familiar with come in all sorts of-...

Wait, a-... A space clothing shop? What does that mean?

[ He's heard Don mention things about space several times already. One day, he's going to have to clear up this misconception. Yet, he hasn't done so yet because it probably won't change much... But space is awfully big, Don! That's a lot of options. ]

Extra modern. It's for prismal families. I just need a second pair of eyes son.

[He folds his hands.]

See when I was growing up...new shoes were sort of a thing people saved for Christmas

[Ugh. Why is he thinking about this. Why why why. Shaking his head, he brushes it off.] That's why I move forward. But it can wait.

You doing okay?

[ What is extra modern? Whatever, he'll find out. At least Finn has heard of Christmas before... when that serial killer dressed in red had a spree. It would make sense for people to have new shoes around that time.

Still, the intended message does get across. Going from little to a lot. He gets it.

What he doesn't think about is how easily he just agreed to work with Don again. Oh well. The man's good at what he does. ]

Yeah, all right. Send me directions when you can. I'll check it out.

I'm doing good, though. Iris doesn't start for a little while yet... But you seem like you have a lot on your mind lately.

I'm not used to being...mutated into something.

[He shakes his head] Plus I'm working. I'm trying to build a business here and it's tough. I'm...

I only know how to sell things. That's harder then it looks.

Hm... I would say use this time to take a vacation, but sometimes keeping busy is the vacation...

Anyway, I'd say you're doing a good job with this business thing so far. You just got here. Give it time.

...Thank you Finn.

[It's not good enough it will never be good enough. But his smile is sincere and real because he's good at pretending.]

I'll get in touch with you in a few days or so to talk this over. Your poster went over really well with the museum by the way. Did I tell you that?

[ He doesn't realize Don's pretending but he still feels like he can't explain his confidence well enough. Doesn't matter, though. Time will tell, anyway.

But that gets his eyebrow to rise. ] Really? No, I didn't know that... That's good. I'm glad they liked it. Thanks.

I told you you could do the work.

[He nods.] I met somebody from your...corner of space by the way. Obi-Wan Kenobi? A nice guy. Some kind of space cop.

[ ... Space cop. ]

Jedi. [ Finn's smiling like he could laugh but he doesn't. Maybe he should sit Don down and explain things, after all. ]

I met him, too, but he's from around... fifty years in my past? Give or take. I've heard of these skips in time happening before but... still strange to see.

Right. Jedi's a space cop. Works for the government.

[he pauses] isn't it?

L[He's nonplussed as his arms cross over his chest.] He'd be smart to ask you for sports scores then.

Sort of. They didn't always. From what I understand, they used to be more... nomadic. Then they took the whole being the good guys thing a little far and got involved with the Republic Senate... A lot happened after that but it doesn't really matter.

He'd probably say they were peace keepers or something. I couldn't describe it any other way.

... I don't know if it's smart to ask about your own future but I wouldn't be able to tell him about sports, anyway, at least. [ He says it with a smile but he doesn't even know what kind of sports survived during the Empire, much less if Kenobi survived the purge. ]

You wouldn't ask about your own future? Not know what sports to bet on? Make a million...whatever you guys use for dollars?

[He nods slowly.] Listen, before we go all Noah's ark let me actually get more information about your world too. Once you've checked the stores let's meet up and compare notes.

[ ... Finn had asked about his future, actually, now that he thinks about it. It's almost impossible to not ask. Quite the moral dilemma he finds himself in.

And then he's thrown for another loop. ] Noah's what? [ Who's Noah?

... Whatever, he waves his hand. ] Never mind, not important. Yeah, we can do that. Meet up for lunch or something.

[Oh my God he's going to have to-

Don Draper and religion have a weird and complicated history and he closes his eyes for a moment before nodding.]

Let me know when you have something. As soon as you can, and if it's that time of the month-

[His teeth grit. Ugh. Being ...a weird...animal person thing now and saying things like that. Ugh.]

I'll come to you.

[ Finn huffs a laugh. ]

Thanks, Don. It won't be a problem. [ He can work around it fine, don't worry. Still funny to see him so awkward about something, though, considering first impressions. ]

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