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[who_me_]

The place Carcer leads Revan is a small room with squashy armchairs and couches, and a kitchen.  It's very small.  But it should be suitable for their needs.

His hand is still in the sith's hair.  

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[prodigalsith]

And the Sith doesn't seem to mind, but it limits his view of the room to the area around Carcer's head.

Revan looks at him. "Nice place."

[who_me_]

"It's here for things." It's not his. It's just here. He pulls Revan back in for another one of those kisses, a little slower than before, but no less intense.

[prodigalsith]

He probably wouldn't care if it happened to belong to the best duelist the Jedi could muster. He's all for the convenient places. He tilts his head as best he can, kissing back. His hands slide around Carcer's waist.

[who_me_]

Carcer starts moving back towards the couch, pulling Revan with him. He bites hard on his lip and then spears his tongue back inside before he hears a noise out of the other man.