Room 503, Saturday Morning
Sep. 8th, 2012 11:32 amAtton woke up that morning with an impossibly painful... pain sensation in his chest. He whimpered and reached for it, only to realize that he was in fact simply laying on his front. And also something seemed to have gone to sleep right underneath him that morn--
He rolled over. The pain immediately began to abate.
"What the--"
What followed was an impressive display of the full range of GFFA profanity in the Old Republic era, which tapered off into silence as Atton became suddenly engrossed by the sensation of nice squishy round things on his chest.
So, a fairly pedestrian sequence of events for a weekend morning, really.
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He rolled over. The pain immediately began to abate.
"What the--"
What followed was an impressive display of the full range of GFFA profanity in the Old Republic era, which tapered off into silence as Atton became suddenly engrossed by the sensation of nice squishy round things on his chest.
So, a fairly pedestrian sequence of events for a weekend morning, really.
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