12. "what's your ideal type?" "you."
With ares and febris, ares would be a orange lad after he hears febris’ answer
There were a variety of people among the rebels. Humans. Twileks. Togrutas. Even rumors of a Lasat!
However Ares grimaced at how loud his family made themselves known. Being a zabrak was difficult enough…
Being the nephew of formerly Darth now just Maul was even more difficult.
Ares looked to his father Savage shocked, “ Calm? Dad, their making fools of themselves!”
He gestures to his cousins, the dubbed tomato twins wrestling about. Aster is definitely beating Cress. Maul somewhere about with little Danica who needed to ask everyone 100 questions.
His siblings? He didn’t even want to know. Maybe they caused the explosion this morning…
“I’m going to med bay.” Ares grunted.
“Ah Febris is on duty isn’t she?” A bit of a smile on Savages face.
Ares’s cheeks turn orange. “That’s a coincidence…”
Ah Ares is truly his son. A shyness taking over.
Ares frowns slightly as how many fellow medics are on duty. Much gossip and laughter heard.
His hearts racing when Febris the lovely Green twilek looks his way.
“So what’s your type?” Someone asks.
Ares moves away from hearing, enough embarrassment for one day…
Ares glanced over at Febris often. Any situation she could think of a solution without a fuss. He admired her talent. And skill and her no nonsense bed side manner.
He almost drops the bacta patches in his arms.
Febris looking at him, her lekku dancing behind her…
Ares shook his head, so she was going to reject him outright?
“You. The handsome golden zabrak medic who still hasn’t realized I like him.”
His face burns orange. Did she just?
Febris smiles, hee lekku dancing. “ So what’s your type Ares?”
Ares knows he’s bright orange, “ You Febris. You’re my type…”
