Darth Sidious held his breath in, twirling abruptly in front of the mirror. The deep velvet twisted around his knobby ankles, and he pooched his lips in approval. The Chancellor smoothed a hand majestically through the decreasing hill of white hair.
"I look good, don't I?"
The astromech jiggled uncomfortably. The elderly man snapped his fingers, crushing the poor machine's circuits slowly. It protested, but soon agreed with the man's outrageous claim. The Chancellor...
Ok, should I just say Darth Sidious or Chancellor? You should know this already...
Anyway, he duckfaced again, bending slightly. His hips swayed as he sashayed across the room. As attractive as he felt, something felt very off. Wiping off the discs of holocomms and files from his desk, he swept his legs upon it, crossing them as he eyed seductively at the mirror.
"But dear R8, I am missing something. How am I supposed to rub in the Jedi's face what they'll be missing out in such a grungy cloak? It's the epitome of failure, fool."
R8 shuffled towards the door, refusing to be talked in such a way. (Astromechs are sassy.) The Chancellor went on anyway, talking more to himself than actually anyone. It only ratified the fact that he was truly insane.
"I have to get a new one. I'll have to wait a few days, but..."
He winked at the escaping astromech, his long nails scraping the desk loudly.
"Mommy needs a new boutique made robe."
Though he preferred cloak, it was really a robe, for it looked like one I would steal (allegedly) from a very expensive hotel. But who knows. It's the Chancellor.
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