Tahiri revels in the shower, allowing the running water to flow over her. It had taken her years to truly start enjoying baths and showers, and she still feels a glimmer of embarrassment at the usage of so much water. But her embarrassment and upbringing is no match for the sheer pleasure she gets out of it. Shutting the water off, she steps away from the shower, wrapping herself into a large absorbent towel, and begins to dry herself, humming the melody to a tusken folk song under her breath. Once dry, she picks up the article of clothing that she had taken from Anakin's closet to use as a nightgown. Holding it to her chest, she notices that it should fall to about her mid-thigh. Smiling as she once more fingers the linen, she slips into the shirt, enjoying the rough feel of the cloth, and the subtle scent of Anakin.
Smiling, she walks out of the refresher, and starts muttering to herself about the annoyances of a certain young Solo. As she nears Anakin's room she pauses, wondering once again just why Anakin's parents would let her stay in the room with Anakin. Was it because they didn't think she was good enough for their son? Did they believe that Anakin and herself would never be able to be more than just friends.
She is not entirely prepared for the stab of pain that comes with that thought.
Pushing her concerns from her mind, she opens the door and steps into the room. She looks around in the dim glow from the lamp by the bed, and does not see any sign of Anakin. Frowning slightly, she walks back out of the room and down the hall to the living area. There she finds Anakin, nestled on the couch, already asleep.
Her earlier frustration with him comes back full blown. After what he said in front of his parents and siblings and their friends, and then he would sneak off to the couch while she was getting a bath, the entire situation just annoys and frustrates her. It makes her angry. She frowns at him for a second and then with an evil grin, she uses the Force to push him off the couch. He lands with a thud, awakening with the impact. He looks up at her, a scowl on his face. "What was that for?"
"All that talk about us having to stay in the same room while I'm here, you embarrassed me like that, and then you don't even want to share the room with me? Instead you come out here and sleep on the couch?"
Anakin looks down at the floor, and scratches the back of his head. "Uhm, Dad actually told me that I should probably sleep out here, and leave the bed to you."
"Oh. Sorry." Then she turns and calmly walks back to Anakin's room, leaving him confused and watching her as she walks down the hall. He can't help but notice her legs as they are shown off by the shirt she is wearing. He frowns slightly as he realizes that it's one of his shirts, but then just shrugs his shoulders and climbs back onto the couch.
As Tahiri reaches his bedroom once more, she stops and turns back towards the living room. When she arrives there again, she notices the he is once more asleep. Then with a mischievous smile on her lips, she uses the Force to once more push him off the couch.
He sits up from the floor and looks at her with a scowl on his face, and asks once again, "What was that for?
"You didn't tell me good night."
"Good night Tahiri."
She beams at him happily. "Good night hero-boy." Then she once more turns away from him, walking down the hall. She can feel his eyes on her, and she thinks to herself that she enjoys having his attention like that. As she arrives at the bedroom door, she spares one last glance over her shoulder for him, noting that he is still sitting up on the couch watching her, staring at her. She can feel the blush creep up on her cheeks as she quickly enters the room and closing the door. She leans against the door for a second, a smile tugging at her lips and then quickly gets into the bed. The smile is still on her lips as sleep claims her.
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Jacen is lying on his bed, smiling at the antics of his new pet. He is somewhat amazed at the vocabulary of the animal and is wondering just how smart Gizmo really is. He whistles a tune, and his smile grows larger as the Mogwai whistles it back to him.
Zekk's voice floats up from the floor. "Are you going to serenade him next?"
Jacen turns his head that way, and sees the laughter in Zekk's eyes. Jacen smiles. "Nope, I was going to let you do that."
Both of the boys are quiet for a few moments, and then Jacen suddenly speaks again. "Want to hear a joke?"
Zekk groans. "Not really."
A smile forms on Jacen's mouth. "I wasn't talking to you. So Gizmo, do you want to hear a joke?"
The Mogwai nods its large head, and does a fair imitation of a smile, which Jacen happily returns.
"What did the ocean say to the shore?" Jacen pauses for a second, absently noting the steady sound of Zekk hitting his head on the floor. "Nothing, it just waved!"
Then to Jacen's delight the Mogwai laughs at his joke. Zekk lifts his head up to stare at the laughing animal, and glances up at Jacen. "So his taste in jokes is as bad as yours."
Jacen grabs one of the extra pillows that his mom always puts on the bed and throws it at Zekk.
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Jaina sits up in her bed, stretching out with the Force, making sure that everyone is asleep. With a grin, she goes to her worktable, and pulls out the small repulser unit from a draw, and then reaching back in, pulls out a motion sensor. Working quietly she combines the two units, in such a way that when someone walks under the repulser, it will reverse polarity, dumping whatever contents it is holding down.
She sneaks out of the room, and goes to the cleaning supply closet and gets a bucket. Once back in her room, she attaches the repulser to it, and then tests her newest invention. She has to suppress her laughter to make sure that she doesn't wake up Tenel Ka, but she knows this is going to be one of her best practical jokes yet.
Once again, she sneaks out of her room, her grin large and mischievous. Filling the bucket with water from the tap, she sets the repulser unit floating right above the door to Jacen's room. Whether the bucket dumps onto Jacen or Zekk does not matter, the amusement factor will be almost the same for her.
As she sneaks quietly back to her bed, she has already started chuckling to herself at the image of a drenched and outraged Jacen.
Totally gone from her mind are the rules her father quoted to Jacen a few hours earlier, gone from her mind are all thoughts of the Mogwai. The only thing she is thinking of is the amusement she will get out of her prank.