#masterkylcren

Dopheld wasn’t sure what was going on. People kept staring at him. Alpha’s scents were extra potent,most smelled unappetizing. He wasn’t really in the mood to deal with this today. He just wanted to get these last reports done so he could go to bed. He’d been up for the last three days helping General Hux catch up after a sudden influx of resistance sightings and other reports came in. He couldn’t even remember if he’d eaten at this point and the small omega was almost certain that he had the flu. He felt like he was burning up and he still had three more reports to deliver. He sighs and presses the button on Lord Ren’s door when he finally makes it down to the man’s quarters to deliver the report. He rests his head on the cold durasteel trim, enjoying the small relief it gave him on his overheated skin.

“Come on.” She murmured, helping him towards the bathroom. 

Hux watches him feeling a little worried. "Just be careful." He says even though he doesn't need to. He sits there and waits. His ears trained to hear if he makes noise. He starts petting Kylo in anxiety.

Anakin was sitting on the couch, just trying to keep himself occupied since he couldn’t sleep. Everyone was in bed or so he thought until his grandson had pulled everything out into the living room. “What’s this?” he asked curiously as he looked at the stuff. “Are we making a fort? Your grandmother might have something to say about that.” 

"No, don't shave it. I like you like this. Very handsome." He smiled, scratching playfully at the small beard Ben started to grow over the past couple days.

　　　Pikachu scurries out from the bush, plodding up to the little boy with ears pricked. It can’t hear any other humans nearby. “Pika?” It stands up onto its back legs to get a better look at him.

     Matt  can’t  help  but  slowly  trace  the  scar  that  mars  his  brother’s  face.  Even  if  they  were  twins,  their  hair  had  always  been  a  stark  reminder  of  how  different  they  looked.  But  now  with  this  their  simulates  were  even  vaster.  Still,  he  couldn’t  say  that  he  hated  the  scar,  only  hated  how  the  knight  received  it.  With  a  sad  smile  the  blonde  lifted  his  brothers  face,  “Uh,  well,  you’re  s  -  still  the  cute  twin  so  -  so  that’s  a  plus.”