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*The morning air filled his nostrils as he took a deep breath in his chest felt tight, in fact his entire body did. His eyes fluttered open, his back muscles tensing and attempting to stretch. The room was still dark but there was enough light coming through the crack in the door that he could see. He looked to see but mostly feel the still asleep Jedi Knight with his arms wrapped around him. The eighteen year old Sith sighed audibly for a moment, he pondered for a long moment exactly what exact set of decisions had led him to this moment. He glanced to his right and looked at the tanned Hapan's head pressed into his shoulder. He gently ran a finger down Arik's back. Whatever. He liked him. It didn't matter that he was a Jedi, he still liked him but he also needed to get up and out of bed.*

"Arik I need to get up dude."

*Arik didn't move and clearly did not hear the slightly younger Sith's polite request. He could stab him. No Kira would be annoyed and he really liked Arik anyway and that would just be stupid, but sometimes in the morning when you have to use the refresher and something is delaying that these kinds of thoughts go through your mind. He kissed the side of Arik's head and tried delicately to wiggle his way out from under him. After many moments of delicately inching his way out from the dead to the world Jedi Svo'k finally fell off the side of the bed and banged his head against the wall. He stood up and looked down at Arik now lying face down on the bed. How are you not cold? He thought to himself noticing that Arik was completely uncovered. He pulled the blankets up over the Jedi and shook his head. He looked around on the floor for his clothes and in the darkness finally found his pants at least. He picked them up with his toes and flung them up to his hands and quietly put them on. He heard Arik snore and raised an eyebrow.*

"Shit dude, be happy I'm not like most Sith."

*He quietly exited the room and closed the door behind him. He walked into the refresher and took care of his morning business, as he was leaving he caught himself in the mirror. His Sith tattoos on his fairly muscular torso, he looked...what was that? He looked at his neck and saw a rather large bruise on the left side. He chuckled a bit and shook his head before walking out into the kitchen seeing Kira sitting on the couch with a certain look on her face. He walked over and plopped down next to her and kissed her cheek, but she seemed to be in a fowl mood.*

"Hey, what's up?"

*He wrapped his arm around her and leaned in pressing his head against her shoulder.*

Kira sat in coiled rage on the sofa that separated the living room from the kitchen in the brightly lit Hapan apartment, painstakingly waiting for the enameling on the fingernails of her right hand to finish drying. There were two nail polish bottles. The purple swirled and the opaque one. Her caf had gone cold.

Muffled creaks and bumps and some kind of disgustingly relaxed chuckle and snoring drifted in from her twin brother’s bedroom. Someone fell off the bed. Kira’s golden-green eyed stare darted to the infant monitor on the coffee table while the tiny pulsing light faded from green to yellow for a second before it disarmed and faded back to the bland green again. The ever-present shimmer of her twin’s mental state against the edge of her mind slept better than the damn baby. She seethed. She painted the swirled first coat on her left hand and sealed up the bottle.

Svo’k walked through the living room without even looking toward her, not that she looked at him either. He spent a ridiculous amount of time in the fresher. She curled her left fingers over her palm toward her and lightly blew on them until the scents and telltale wet look faded away. Svo’k had the nerve to sit down next to her like that and just kiss her cheek. The gold killed the green in her eyes and she slapped him, raking her sharp left nails down toward that arrogant show-off bruise on his neck if she could. They weren’t poisoned yet.

“Go to hell.”

*Svo'k recoiled quickly as he felt the sharp stinging pain of a slap the nails digging into his cheek and down his neck, it took a second but he then felt warm blood oozing slowly down his cheek and neck. THey weren't super deep cuts but they were deep enough for it to be annoying, his blue eyes flashed to red and he clenched his fists and glared at her. What in the hell had just happened? They had AN OPEN RELATIONSHIP and she knew he was bixsexual and...she's made because he didn't invite her to join them last night? That had to be it. He unclenched his fists and stood up and let his arms fall by his side.*

"What the f*ck? What in the absolute f*ck Kira?! Look had I known you wanted in I would have but seeing as how he's your brother I thought it might be just a little too damn weird. I'm sorry."

*Svo'k crossed his arms in front of him his red eyes were now glowing.*

"I'm so damn confused right now. What the hell did I do exactly?"