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[who_me_]

You seem to be having difficulties coming to terms with the fact that I like a plant more than I like you.The words are still echoing in his ears, even days later, even with the drink and the trip he took to that world where he...got the bloodstains on his clothing. He's angry, very much, and hurt. Not that he would ever admit it. But Revan's

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[prodigalsith]

The door - with a charred hole about the height to hit a man of 5'10" in the forehead - swings open. Despite the pile of blasters in one corner, a quartet of lightsabers settled on them, the room is surprisingly clean.

Revan's coming out of the attached bathroom, in his typical black and red bathrobe (the same one he was having such trouble with when he was LOL'd into an awkward teen Jedi), toweling his hair dry. He abruptly stops, staring from under the white Egyptian cotton of the towel. Like he's seen a ghost, or is hallucinating. "... Carcer?"

[who_me_]

"Hello." He doesn't look at Revan. He looks at the lightsabers and the blasters curiously. "Didn't you have booby traps set?"

[prodigalsith]

He hesitently raises a hand. One of the lightsabers activates, the blade an acrid yellow color, and floats. "Those were the booby traps." He deactivates it and settles it back.

[who_me_]

"Oh, right." He shifts, tugging on the bloodstained sleeves. "So you wanted me to come back."

[who_me_]

"I'd like that." He drops his hand from Revan's hair to stroke the back of his neck.

[prodigalsith]

He purrs, leaning into Carcer's hand. "I thought you might, or I would not have suggested it."

[who_me_]

"That's what I like about you. You do things because I want them."

He laughs and kisses Revan once, hard, before pulling away and picking his clothes up.

[prodigalsith]

He's too startled to do much of anything besides let out a muffled noise of surprise and stare, followed by quiet panting when Carcer pulls away.

He slides off the counter to get his own clothes.