Theron Shan (
midichlorianfail) wrote2018-04-08 12:43 am
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Room 317, Saturday Morning
Theron was was normally up and meditating by now, but he'd had a bit too much of the spiked punch last night and was sleeping it off.
This was an excellent plan if you asked him. You know, if he wasn't sleeping and all.
This was an excellent plan if you asked him. You know, if he wasn't sleeping and all.
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She leaned up against the doorjamb and banged her fist against the door. Because, manners.
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Wincing, Theron rolled out of bed and stumbled over to the door to give the person extremely rudely banging on the door a piece of his mind.
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Fascinated, Dessa reached out to poke at his smooth eyebrow.
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"Hey!" He swatted at her hand. "Do you mind?"
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"Hi," she said, dropping into an accent that sounded more like his than her own. Less questions that way. "...Dad."
Probably best to drop that proton torpedo right away.
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"Wait, what? Who are you?" And why was she calling him 'Dad' when she looked older than him.
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Because the Force occasionally being really weird was one of the few things Jedi and Sith philosophies tended to agree on, also it sounded better than 'there was a portal, and your guess is as good as mine'.
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"One you came up with." Of course, there weren't really that many ways to shorten 'Odessen'. Mum was still plotting revenge in case she ever found out who exactly had filled in that datawork while she'd been out of it post-labour.