Room 317- Friday

[notconflicted]

To anyone who came by, they'd probably think Sia had gone through some little changes in the last day or so, but Sia had always been like this. Her room was cleaner and a lot quieter without the dog in it, her wardrobe was darker in color and just slightly more revealing than usual, but other than that, she might seem almost normal.

It was because ever since she realized just how many Jedi flocked to this place at any given time, she'd found it in her best interest to keep a low profile. It wouldn't do for her to get found out as a Sith princess when her father had sent her here specifically to preserve the line for the day one of his people inevitably turned on him, would it?

Her door was open, and she was trying to get some homework done. Really, that sort of thing just helped in honing rage sometimes.

[Oh I went to the Sith AU place. Door and post open! Sia won't do anything bad but she miiight try to get in your head cuz it's fun and all.]

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[notconflicted]

"Why would I want to do a thing like that?" she asked, looking up at him.

[suitably_heroic]

"I dunno, he's been acting weird," Atton said casually. "Weird enough to go bothering people - and the kind of weird that's your type."

He was getting this weird, crawling sensation in his stomach - something bad. Weird.

[notconflicted]

Sia raised an eyebrow, but she had to admit that did sound interesting, potentially. "And what exactly is my type?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Farting flowers, giving hugs and going to bed before 10 PM?" Atton said.

[notconflicted]

He was definitely getting a look like he was crazy now. Low profile or not, she didn't exactly have that sort of reputation. "Try again."

[suitably_heroic]

"Oh, right," Atton said, rolling his eyes. "Your type is 'nobody'. Sorry, Princess. Forgot all about that."

[notconflicted]

Sia narrowed her eyes at him, trying to get a feel of where he was coming from with this. "Did you really come here just to talk about Cade?"

[suitably_heroic]

He eyed her right back. That bad feeling in his stomach was building. "Yes?" Atton offered. "Figured I'd bug you back, since you love bugging me so much."

[notconflicted]

Her smirk probably didn't help any of that. "Bugging you. I never would have called it that."

[suitably_heroic]

"Some of us try to keep up with the local slang," Atton drawled. He kept his vaguely annoyed expression firmly in place, but he was really starting to get worried now.

There was a faucet dripping somewhere behind an open door not too far away. One drip. Two drip. Three drips.

[notconflicted]

Sia had a feeling she was getting somewhere good with him, even if it was just making him really uncomfortable, so she just watched him way too closely for a moment, and waited, like she expected him to say something more.

[suitably_heroic]

"Is there something on my face?" Atton asked, slipping some bored into his tone while he let his surface brain drift off into the realm of dripping faucets and simple mathematics. "Am I actually catching you on an off day? Because I'm going to have to write that one up in my diary."

[notconflicted]

"I don't have off days," she said, leaning forward to rest her forearms on her knees. And maybe to show off some cleavage just to see if that made things better or worse. "Am I making you nervous?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Did you get bitten by a gremlin?" Atton replied.

Between this and Cade, he was starting to wonder if he was the crazy one. ... well, okay, he knew he was crazy. But this crazy?

...Also that was an angle on Sia he was going to try really hard not to think about later.

[notconflicted]

"No. Did you?" she countered. "You're acting really strange. I kind of like it."

[suitably_heroic]

Damn it, he was thinking about the angle.

Ah, well. Lust was more fun and easier than faucets anyway. "...No, I'm not," he retorted. "Pretty sure you had a dog running around here yesterday."

Cade, he could walk out on. This... ... he could probably also walk out on. Probably.

[notconflicted]

Sia even smiled at that. "Sorry, no. I dont have the parience for a dog. You know rhis."

The poor thing would probably end up emotionally tortured.

[suitably_heroic]

"You're actually one of the most patient people I know," Atton replied. "Most of the time. Unless you really want to be right. Which is usually, if I really think about it..."

Yeah, this wasn't right.

[notconflicted]

"Maybe I'm being really patient in playing with you," she suggested.

She wasn't. But she did like watching people twist.

[suitably_heroic]

"Since when do you play with me, Sia?" Atton asked.

He wasn't backing out of the room because he didn't get the impression letting this girl know he was scared was a good idea.

[notconflicted]

Sia shrugged. "Since I felt like it. You act surprised."

[suitably_heroic]

Atton had a hunch he should get out of here. So he acted on old instincts and slipped into the room.

"You should know better than that," he said, leaning against her desk. "Nobody plays with me."

[notconflicted]

"Then they're missing out," she said, looking up at him.

[suitably_heroic]

"No, they're smart," Atton replied. He tilted his head. "What, you think you can flash me some cleavage and suddenly I'm a puddle?"

[notconflicted]

"Of course not. If you look, that's all on you," Sia pointed out. "Are you saying I'm supposed to be afraid of you?"

Because no.