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organicmeatbagRevan loves his nights off. He really does. Especially when it's quiet with everyone sleeping and he can curl up on the couch to flip mindlessly through the channels on the holo or read the Jedi reports he stole from Kira's bedside table.
He's doing the latter at the moment: skimming his way through a datapad with Ilona curled up at his feet and the only light in the room coming from the screen. Every so often he'll stop, frown, and add a note in the margins before continuing on. He's been at it for a good hour or so now.
He's doing the latter at the moment: skimming his way through a datapad with Ilona curled up at his feet and the only light in the room coming from the screen. Every so often he'll stop, frown, and add a note in the margins before continuing on. He's been at it for a good hour or so now.
