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Kale? Is in a good mood. Why? Because he's got Plans. And they are Evil, Evil, Plans. Well, no, not really. But they are Plans. And they require Tobias. So Tobias must be found.

Smiling rather pleased with himself, he goes and looks for his lover.

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Tobias is on the couch, fiddling with his leg brace (his new one, to suppliment the re-re-reconstruction in his leg, because Revan didn't have the time or patience to make him an all-new leg), and making sure it's fit on properly. No worries about it for now. He pushes his pantsleg back down when Kale shows up, and it's not even noticable under the fabric.

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There have been far to making reconstructions of that poor leg.

Kale flops next to him, smiling. "I've been thinking," he announces.

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He just keeps off of it when he can and jabs his leg full of painkillers when he can't, really.

Tobias grins and raises an eyebrow. "Oh really? About what?" he queries.

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"How life seems to have calmed down for a moment and that we should do something nice, just the two of us."

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That gets him thinking about it, and really, it has calmed down. Aside from him worrying about what to do about Nihilus and concern that Revan will throttle him if something tragic happens to Axis, things are going a lot better than they had. "We really should. Haven't gotten to in a while. What would you propose, then?"

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"I made reservations at a nice restaurant in the Nexus... so you'll need to clean up. They're for six." He gives Tobias a peck on the cheek, a cheeky grin and then he bounds up to go find something to wear.

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He raises his eyebrows, grins, and watches Kale bound off before getting up himself to find his good clothes and wash up. This has to be the first time anyone's ever taken him out.

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Obviously it's about time then, isn't it?

Kale has cleaned as well, trading in his work clothes and that jacket of his that he almost always wears for a nice long sleeve shirt in a dark blue and some slacks. He's still wearing his boots... because he doesn't have any other foot wear.

But, he looks good and that's all that matters as he waits playing solitaire.

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Quite possibly, yes.

Tobias, amazingly, has actually dressy robes - an off-white set, trimmed with black and gold embroidered wave patterns. Don't ask why he has them, even he's not sure, but still. He's even got a nicer set of boots, black and just recently polished.

He comes back out (without his cane; the brace works just fine), and smiles. "You look great."

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Palming the deck of cards and tucking them away rather quickly, Kale stands up and smiles back. "You look good too, though do you always have to wear robes?" he asks teasingly.

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Tobias chuckles and sticks out his tongue. "They're incredibly comfortable, what can I say?" He reaches over and gives Kale's head a scritch. "Besides, I'm old and set in my ways."

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"You're not old," he admonishes. "You're far too good looking to be old." Kale's a flatterer he is.

He puts an arm around Tobias' waist, leaning into him for a moment. "Come on. Dinner's awaiting."

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"Flatterer," he accuses. "No young people could possibly put on as crabby a face as I can."

He drapes an arm over Kale's shoulder, giving it a brief squeeze. "Lead the way."

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"Crabby faces have nothing to do with age!"

And lead the way he does. It's a Very Nice restaurant. The sorts that if you have to ask the price, you can't afford it place. Do not ask where Kale got the money, Tobias, you may not like the answer.

They get seated in a nice private booth, Kale grinning the entire time.

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"You obviously never met Vrook, then."

Oh. Oh wow. He couldn't have hoped to have gotten into a place like this ever back home. Mostly because he was usually too damn grungy but anyway.

Tobias looks around the room, before fixing Kale with a smile and raised eyebrow. "I hope you weren't slicing into Revan's accounts to get the money to come here."

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Kale takes him to all the nice places, doesn't he? See, this is why Kale had him clean up.

"Revan's accounts? Nope. Perish the thought. I'm not that stupid." And he hides his face behind a menu wondering what sort of wines were good and how he could tell. All that can be seen is a shock of red hair.

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Oh, indeed indeed. Well he's not grungy all the time...

"I'd certainly hope not, or I'd be disappointed, since I thought I got myself the smartest padawan in the Nexus." Also because Revan's getting in touch with his inner Dark Lord and might be more prone to electrocuting.
But anyway! Wine list. So many choices...

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Kale flushes as red as his hair, which is pretty red. He didn't think he still counted as a padawan. But he doesn't say that.

"I have absolutely no clue when it comes to wine," he says when he thinks the red has vanished. It's still around his ears.

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He's always been very fluid about this labeling business.

Tobias peeks at him and grins. "Niether do I, but I wonder if it comes in a shade of red that would match your ears," he teases gently and with a soft chuckle.

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Apparently!

Oh look, Kale's turned red again. "Probably," he mumbles.

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Tobias grins wider, reaches over, and pats Kale's shoulder. "I'm just teasing you."

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"I know!" And he grins. (Still red though). "Should we just do a crap shoot? What does the Force say is good?"

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"Force doesn't do that kind of thing," he replies with a laugh. "Got a chance cube? We can just start rolling and hope it comes up with something good."

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"No, I don't, not on me. Better idea." He pulls out that deck of cards and picks out an equal amount in regards to the number of wines there are. "Highest to lowest, equals top to bottom."

He shuffles them and then spreads them out. "Pick one."