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Date: 2015-04-01 04:36 pm (UTC)Atton opened his bleary eyes and eyeballed the door. Okay, that wasn't Sparkle. One, because Sparkle would've probably either used a key or broken in, and two, that wasn't Sparkle's Force presence. It wasn't even Karina's or Anakin's or Sia's or Jessica's Force presence.
And he would've left it at that, too, and rolled over and gone back to nap on the okay not entirely comfortable sofa, if he hadn't vaguely recognized that particular flavor of wrong. E chu ta. What did he want?
So it was that a bleary-eyed, brown Jedi tunic-clad Atton with hair askew opened the door and squinted. "...Professor Lecter?"
The loud cursing in Twi'lekki was entirely internal and not visible on his face, thankfully.