MCA #4, Wednesday Afternoon

[suitably_heroic]

Atton's comlink was currently drifting neatly in his water-filled sink. That would keep Mical from comming him again with yet another mission. Right? Right. Probably. Maybe. Whatever.

He was too tired to think about it overmuch. He'd barely gotten five hours of sleep on Monday night before getting hauled out to go deal with some Exchange thing, and now he'd gone another 30-something hours without even a decent nap. He was going to kill something.

Wandering back from the sink, he made it about as far as the sofa before collapsing. Nap. Nap would be good. His Earth phone was in reach, though, so he at least took care to place a quick message to Sparkle before passing out. That way there'd at least be food.

But now: blessed, uninterrupted sleep. Oh yeah.

[[ may become more of a linkdrop as the day goes on, depending. open post, though. ]]

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[suitably_heroic]

He would probably not be down with these kinds of entrails. Just because Atton was all light side now didn't mean he didn't remember how to make people hurt.

"I'll keep it in mind," he said easily. (He wouldn't.) "And I'll see you at the next staff meeting, if nothing else."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Until then." Hannibal nodded and smiled as he left.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton waited until he could sense Hannibal leaving the building before turning around and swearing a blue streak in Twi'lekki.

Then he turned back towards the fridge. Okay. The guy had no reason to poison him, but the way he worked with that food-- then again, he seemed to like the food better than people, so maybe poison wasn't his deal.

He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Right," he muttered, "I'll see if I'm hungry enough to try it when I wake up."

At least then if he did die from poisoned lasagne, he'd die well-rested and not quite as inclined to strangle everyone on the planet?