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Today's Pic: Vers' iconic smirk.  :P

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  One Hala Day, Vers stood in a dark hallway, right outside a certain apartment door. It was very early in the morning, but she was wide awake. It was so quiet that she could hear her own thoughts as loudly as a movie in a theater.

She took a quick breath. "Okay, here goes."

She knocked upon the door many, many times as fast as she could. When she realized she might have been overdoing it, she quickly stopped. She heard rustling from the other side. She started bouncing up and down subtly with impatience. Which means, not subtly.

Finally the door slid open with its familiar mechanical whooshing sound. There stood Yon-Rogg in all his half-awake, pajama-clad, irritated glory. "Do you know what time it is?" he asked grouchily.

Vers smiled brightly. "Not really. Just thought I'd jump out of bed and come pay you a visit."

He sighed and motioned for her to follow him into his apartment. She ran straight for his bed and cannonballed right onto it. Yon-Rogg watched her with tired interest while sipping a glass of good old night water.

"So you came for no reason?" he asked.

She stopped her wrestling match with his sheets. "Oh, uh, well not exactly."

He set down his night water. "Dreams again?"

She sat up. "No no! Why would you even think that?!" She chuckled fakely.

He raised an eyebrow, then followed it up with a yawn. "Well, if that's not the reason, you shouldn't have woken me up so early."

"Hey!" she protested. "What if this is an emergency?"

"Like the time you lost your hairbrush and bothered me about it two hours after midnight?" He asked. "I think I'll take my chances." He began to walk toward the bed menacingly.

"Eek!" she jumped out and dove onto the couch instead. He took her place and started covering up again.

"Wow. You really are tired," she observed quietly. "Maybe we should call you...Yawn-Rogg!" She slapped her knee. "Ahahahaha! LOLOLOL!"

"Very funny," he snorted from under the covers.

"Wait, you actually got the joke?" she asked. "I'm impressed."

"Yeah, yeah," he waved his hand dismissively.

Silence reigned for a second. In the dim light shining from the console on the wall, she could see dust motes floating through the air, some of which settled like snow on Yon-Rogg's hair.

"You know, I think we Starforce people should get fluffier pillows," Vers said.

"The pillows we have are fine, and they promote proper neck and spine health," Yon-Rogg answered, sounding a little exasperated.

"Wow, how do you know so much about pillows? You're basically just a walking dictionary," she marveled. "Or maybe, a walking Starforce trainee guidebook."

"I don't know what you're talking about," he answered. Then he sat up, looking more awake than he had been before he got back in bed. "Did you come here to tell me something or not?"

"OH YEAH!" she exclaimed. She tapped her chin. "Hmm..."

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Don't tell me you forgot."

"Well...I'm like that sometimes," she answered innocently.

He gave her a look. "Is there anything I can do to jog your memory before I kick you out?"

She proceeded to mess her hair all up while thinking vigorously. "Not really. I just need a second." She sat in silence, aided in her thought process only by the gentle hum of the air conditioning.

Yon-Rogg glanced around while he was waiting for her to figure it out, as if he had forgotten what his own apartment looked like. "On a scale of 1 to 50, how important was it?" he finally asked.

"That's a pretty broad scale. And I don't really know," she chuckled whilst picking at the tiny lint balls on her fuzzy socks.

He laid back with a sigh. "Well, when you remember, just tell m--"

"OH YEAH!!" she shouted. "I CAN'T FIND MY FAVORITE JOGGING SHOES!!"

After he recovered from the piercing loudness of her voice, he grabbed his pillow and chucked it at her head.

"Hey!" she protested.

"You woke me up for that?!" he said. His voice was slightly raised, but not yelling. "I thought I taught you better than that! Especially since I literally just brought up the hairbrush example earlier. You should have known not to bother me." He stopped to run a hand through his bed hair. "No, I suppose this is my fault, really. I'm not being hard enough on you."

"What?" she exclaimed. "Just try saying that next time we're sparring. Look, I apologize, but this is definitely important," she said. "Why do you think I jogged here in nothing but my fuzzy socks? First of all, because I lost my shoes. Second of all, because they were thick enough to just barely survive getting holes bored through them." She stopped to examine her feet. "...So THAT'S how all that lint got there."

He groaned and grabbed his antigrav gauntlets off his nightstand. He powered them on.

"Uh..." Vers took a step back. "Should I be scared right now?"

"Probably," he replied. He aimed the gauntlets at her.

"Eeek!" she covered her head like people in movies do when they know something inevitable is coming.

His pillow shot from the floor and into his hand. He powered down the gauntlets, slapped the pillow on his bed, and got cozied up. "I'm going to sleep. You should too, if you don't want to have the world's worst eye bags tomorrow."

She pouted and turned to leave. "But...I haven't found my shoes yet."

"Look in your laundry hamper," he suggested.

She tapped her chin. "Oh yeah...I do tend to accidentally throw them in there. Thanks! Sweet dreams!" She darted out the door as if she didn't have a care in the world.

"Sweet dreams?" he said to himself. "She's one to talk." He rolled over and stifled a yawn. "Hmm...Yawn-Rogg. She might've had a point there."

Outside, Vers had her ear pressed to his door. "Hehe. Score."

THE END!