A slow, shaky exhale escaped from Corran's lips as he stood before the door of the luxury suite. He had been here before. Stayed the night in fact. But this evening it felt like he was facing down a raging gutkurr all over again. How would she take the news? Would she toss him out? Slap him? Or worst of all, the silent treatment. Oh, he wouldn't be able to stand the silent treatment from her. There was no other option though. He had to tell her. Who else did he trust enough to let them know? If something bad happened, she would want to know where and why. What consequences followed before and after that... the blond ranger could only guess.
With hesitant courage, a single finger rose and pressed the doorbell button of Doctor Ilana Morata's Coruscant apartment. As if on instinct, the young man straightened his shirt and made sure his jacket wasn't laying weird. A final run of his hand through his hair smoothed out his blond hair. Well, as smoothed out as it got anyway. As much durasteel discipline as he had, his hair never seemed to obey. Corran cleared his throat and tucked his hands into his jacket pockets nervously. She would understand, wouldn't she? For his sake, he hoped, she was in a good mood.
@Killa Ree
With hesitant courage, a single finger rose and pressed the doorbell button of Doctor Ilana Morata's Coruscant apartment. As if on instinct, the young man straightened his shirt and made sure his jacket wasn't laying weird. A final run of his hand through his hair smoothed out his blond hair. Well, as smoothed out as it got anyway. As much durasteel discipline as he had, his hair never seemed to obey. Corran cleared his throat and tucked his hands into his jacket pockets nervously. She would understand, wouldn't she? For his sake, he hoped, she was in a good mood.
@Killa Ree