“No tongue!” - Nogeco and Tezanna
They held their breath in unison for a tense moment, hearts pounding in desperate hope that the shuffling footsteps wouldn’t come to their hidden corner of the Academy.
Whichever ancient Overseer it was, they were slowly on their way towards the archives, leaving Tezanna to release her pent up breath and turn back to Nogeco, her fellow acolyte. He had a glint in his eyes that told her they were of the same mind. They both inhaled in anticipation, swooping in to resume what they’d begun.
Tezanna sprang back against the pillar concealing their presence, her sudden screech having freed her from Nogeco’s clinging arms. “What?” He snapped.
“No tongue!” Tezanna coughed, rubbing her wrist against her mouth to swipe off a string of saliva dangling free. “It’s.. eurgh, it’s slimy!”
“Did you think it’d be dry?”
Tezanna shot Nogeco a glare that clearly emanated a threat towards his testes. Their voices were echoing more than too loudly for her liking and the Sith Academy was hardly a place where people would mind their own business. She huffed and adjusted the front of her robes. “I’m late for seeing Tremel. I have to go.”