Room 215, Saturday Morning

[gavegoodface]

Face was in a great mood this morning (inasmuch as one could be in any kind of mood when still half asleep). The dance had been fun, he and Cass had both won prom crowns, and she'd stayed over after.

Sighing happily, he snuggled in closer to her.

[For one...then some more.]

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[seeks_truth]

Cassandra sighed softly as she began to stir. She was always an early riser, and was only beginning to find some compromise with rights to Face being... not an early riser.

Still, she was hardly in a terrible mood when she opened her eyes and saw his face. She was nice, and warm, and mm, snuggles. She smoothed her fingers gently through his hair, content.

[gavegoodface]

Face grinned sleepily at her. "Mornin'" he mumbled.

[seeks_truth]

"It most certainly is," Cassandra teased gently. She slid her thumb over his cheekbone. "Good morning."

[gavegoodface]

"It's that too," Face agreed. Always ready to be witty, that was him. He turned his head to kiss her palm. "Best way to end a good night is a good morning."

He'd spent time thinking that one up.

[seeks_truth]

Cassandra laughed softly, fighting the urge to swat him gently. She relented on it, because he was being cute. Shh.

"I am not certain our good morning lives up to our good night yet."

[gavegoodface]

Hey, a laaughing Cass, that was always a good sign. "I'm sure we can do something about that," he said.

Like kissing, kissing was always a good start.

[seeks_truth]

Yes, well. For some strange reason, Cassandra was in a very good mood. She cupped the back of his head and kissed him back leisurely, enjoying it.

[wraithlets.livejournal.com]

Something loud thunked against the door.

[gavegoodface]

"What was that?" Face asked, reluctantly pulling away.

[wraithlets.livejournal.com]

What followed was an even louder thunk, and the doorknob turning.

[seeks_truth]

Cassandra frowned, bunching the sheets up around her chest. "Were you expecting someone this morning?"

[gavegoodface]

"Noooo," Face said, drawing the word out. Suddenly finding his pants seemed like a very good idea.

[wraithlets.livejournal.com]

Antonia did not exactly need to kick the door after she'd already turned the handle, but she did it anyway. "I'm here," she announced.

[seeks_truth]

"Maker," Cassandra yelled, scandalized. "What is the matter with you?!"

[gavegoodface]

"Huh, she was older last time...and a Twi'lek."

No, Face, Adra was still exploring the park.

[wraithlets.livejournal.com]

"I have never been a Twi'lek," Antonia sighed. "Don't be ridiculous, dad. Get up."

[seeks_truth]

"Twi'lek--"

Cassandra frowned.

She remembered this, didn't she?

[gavegoodface]

"If you want me to get up, you're going to need to pass me my pants," Face informed Antonia. How had they ended up on that side of the room?

"You remember Adra," he said to Cass. "Green skin, pair of lekku, decided everyone needed to see my terrible holos?"

[wraithlets.livejournal.com]

Antonia rolled her eyes, picking up both of their pants and flinging them in the general direction of their faces.

[seeks_truth]

Cassandra frowned. "It does ring a--"

And then her pants smacked her in the face. "Maker! Stop this immediately!"

[gavegoodface]

Face did not laugh, mostly because he was trying to pull his own pants off his head. "She reminds me of someone," he said dryly.

[seeks_truth]

"Don't be absurd," Cassandra growled, shoving her pants on under the blanket.

To be fair, the child was being ridiculous, which could be either her influence or his.

Or both.

[gavegoodface]

It was too late for that, Cassandra, far too late.

"Do you at least have a name, never a Twi'lek?" Face asked as he made himself decent.

[wraithlets.livejournal.com]

Antoina rolled her eyes, but she took a hold of the doorknob and stopped shouting. "Antonia Kettch," she said - using both names was important - and eyed both of them. "You're late."

[seeks_truth]

"We are not late," Cassandra said, reaching down in a desperate attempt to grab... oh, why had she worn such an elaborate dress yesterday? "You are interrupting."