"Yeah?"

"Well, I think we could find us a Sith to terrify into submission to help us get off Dromund Kaas, if we're sneaky and careful."

"I like it."

He smiles.

"I do think we should start that tomorrow, just so we're not tired when trying to find the best sith to bully into submission."

"Okay."

The pullout bed, when pulled out, takes up most of the room. Even so, it is somewhat on the small side.

"Cuddling, or should we fight over who sleeps on the floor crammed in a corner?" asks Revan, eyeing the bed

"As long as you don't have cold feet, I think I'd rather not sleep on the floor."

"If my feet are cold I will keep them away from you. ... Unless I'm feeling like a shit, but anyway. Same, cuddling it is."

"I'm gonna go wash up, then."

"All right." He sits on the bed and starts removing his shoes.

"Good news. Don't have to go anywhere for a shoe box, it's right here," he says lightly, dropping one into a corner.

Hee hee.

Ana steps into the 'fresher, and emerges several minutes later squeaky clean and in her underclothes. Sleep time now.

Revan removes several layers of clothing and then: yes, it is sleep time.

He doesn't mind physical contact, but he'll let her set the tone for how exactly they'll be sleeping together. Back to back doesn't take up much room, conserves heat, and is quite chaste, but with their whatever-it-is, something else might be better.

They start off back to back, but over the course of the night Ana winds up draping more of herself across him.

Revan would comment on this if he were awake, but during this change he's asleep. So he can only comment in the morning after he wakes up with his new status as Designated Pillow.

He snorts a bit and readjusts to a better angle of pillowhood and dozes back off.

Mmmrrffff no pillows shouldn't move. Stop that, pillow.

Zzzzzzzzz.

The pillow is too busy sleeping to accept this criticism. And besides, he would have lost circulation.

No excuses!

When Ana wakes up for real, she jerks a bit, then tries to disentangle herself gently.

This causes Revan to wake up enough to open an eye and peer at her.

"Good morning," he says.

"Mmmorning."

Streeeeetch.

Yaaawn.

"This bed," declares Revan, "is maybe the third most uncomfortable actual bed I've slept on. Boo, bed, do better. Go for sixth place or something."

"It's not so bad. You just need a good pillow."

Ana pats the helpful pillow.

He snorts, amused.

"I was serving as the pillow," he points out. "There was no one else present to be my pillow."

"~That's not my problem!~"

Ana starts getting dressed.

Revan laughs. "No, I suppose it isn't."

Clothes! Shoes! All parts of also getting dressed!

"So what's the plan for today? Back to the spaceport, look for a Sith ship?"