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AMANI AND ALICIO'S APARTMENT, CORUSCANT
LATE AFTERNOON
Residing only a few minutes from the Senate Building, the Serys/Organa apartment was a small affair. While it had once housed only the sparsest of living arrangements, all themed in dull greys and blacks, the space had sprouted a bit more color since Amani had moved in. Straddling the line between cozy and cramped, with only a few different rooms and a small kitchenette, one might expect a more extravagant living space for an Alderaanian noble and a Jedi Council Member. And they would move, eventually. But for now, Alicio enjoyed the intimacy. He didn't need a big house to feel at home. LATE AFTERNOON
Though it would have been nice to have a little extra space, considering he'd invited over the Sword of the Jedi.
Recent developments in the Senate had soured Alicio's views of the Alliance. The result of their vote on Denon sickened him to his stomach, to the point he almost felt like hurling. All he knew was that he couldn't give up on the people of Denon. He had to help them up from under corporate control, however he could. Hopefully, Val could help.
Alicio spent a second too long staring at the couch, trying to decide if it was clean enough for Valery to sit on. A goofily-faced stuffed purple nerf stared at him judgmentally from atop the furniture. He gave it a scowl, before moving on to the kitchen, and checking on something within the stove. Then he went back to staring at the living room. At Chauncey's stupid, lovable face.
He was lucky enough to consider Valery a friend. Perhaps not as close a friend as she was to Amani, but a friend nonetheless. Close enough to accept a secret meeting at their apartment. To listen to a proposal. To try his famous cinnamon bread.
And maybe let Alicio ask for some... personal advice.
- Valery Noble -
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