You wake up next to them.

[Malica Drezyan]

Men are dreadfully obnoxious, don't you agree? Also I think your helmet is fogging up.

I'd offer you a cigarra, but it looks like you've already had one too many.

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

I'll pass, thanks. Feel free to continue smoking, though.

As for men, some are. Depends on how you define obnoxious. *shrugs and watches the smoking*

 

[Malica Drezyan]

I define obnoxious as "preoccupied with blowing stuff up". XD

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

There are a lot of guys like that. Explosions aren't very intimate, or accurate. Not my style. I like precision.

 

[Malica Drezyan]

and now it makes perfect sense why we woke up in bed together.

or maybe you just needed to cuddle. all Sith Lords need to cuddle once in a while. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone.

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

There's nothing wrong with cuddling. I find Sith that shun intimacy to be rather strange. I thought we were supposed to relish our emotions as Sith, after all.

I don't mind if you tell anyone, either. Worth it.

 

[Malica Drezyan]

So if Sith like cuddling, does that mean Jedi hate it? I never understand you Force-Users.

 

[Grace Darkson]

Nether do I, and I am one.

 

[Malica Drezyan]

No one can resist the power of the Force... I mean cuddling. XD

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

Jedi, real ones, were supposed to deprive themselves of emotion for the sake of doing what they believe to be "good." Keywords are "they believe." There are no real Jedi anymore.

In fact I see more Sith that dislike cuddling than Jedi. I think the roles reversed.

 

[Arctica]

Sorry. But touching's a no-no for me.

*freezes bed solid*

 

[Aven Blanc]

*Totally comfortable*

I don't freeze easy, lady.

 

[Arctica]

Neither do I.

*makes Popsicle and offers it to you*

 

[Aven Blanc]

*eats popsicle*

*cuddles*

So, uh... What sort of drunken bet landed us here?

 

[Arctica]

I don't know. I don't really drink. I just woke up here...

*cuddles back*

 

[Aven Blanc]

Oh, that's fine then. At least you like the cold. MAybe I should turn the thermostat down.

*cuddles again*

 

[Arctica]

No need. My body naturally generates a cold aura.

*cuddles cuddlier*

 

[Aven Blanc]

Really? I sorta have to direct it.

*Blasts annoying squirrel out the window*

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

*fills the bed full of electricity*

 

[Aven Blanc]

*freezes*

Be my master, old man... Please?