Categories > Games > Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic > Telos


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The Onasi brothers spend some quality time while preparing for a wedding.

Category: Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic - Rating: PG-13 - Genres:  - Characters: Carth Onasi - Published: 2007-10-26 - Updated: 2007-10-26 - 826 words

A/N: While I am sticking to chronological order, Telos will be more or less a series of loosely connected shorts than chapters to a story. Enjoy.
"I can't stop sweating. There's got to be huge rings under my arms by now."

"You're fine."

"Where's Tam?"

Arod snorted. "I told him to go check on the bridesmaids and tell them they have an hour left."

"An hour?" Carth rubbed at his face. "That long?"

"It'll be over before you know it," Arod said. "Relax and enjoy it."

"I'm trying to." Carth slumped down into a chair. "This bowtie's not working out. I know it's my hands more than anything else."

"Wasn't it Morgana that said she'd marry you even if you just walked down the aisle in nothing but a loincloth?" Arod asked. His dark eyes were trained on the frost on the window.

"Yeah, but I've got to save something for the honeymoon." Carth chuckled. "I should've just used a clip-on."

"You could have," Arod replied. "If you wanted to look like an asshole."

Carth frowned. "Tam's wearing one."

His older brother smirked. "Yes and Tam is a...?"

Carth just laughed.

They were interrupted by a hurried knock that preceeded the door being flung open and Tam hurrying into the room. He slammed the door shut and faced them with a huge grin. "I forgot to knock. Mo's sister chucked a shoe at my head. It was hot."

"And here's the asshole, himself," Arod commented.

Tam took a quick bow, his shaggy head of hair falling over his blue eyes as he did so. "Thank you, thank you."

"Tam, give me your clip-on," Carth said. "Otherwise, I'm afraid I'm going to strangle myself with this one."

"Don't you dare," Arod said sharply. "Here, I'll do it. You can afford to be an imbecile later, but you owe it to yourself to make the pictures look good at least."

"Thanks, I don't know what I'd do without you," Carth said. He stretched his neck up so that his brother could tie the bowtie into place.

"Oh, I have an idea," Arod murmured. "Eating dinner cold out of a can? Thankfully Morgana has more sense than that."

"Hey!" Carth laughed. "I don't eat trash straight out of a can."

"But I would," Tam chimed in. "Is it those noodles with the little bits of nerf sausage? Because really, they come precooked so there's no reason to heat them up."

"Whenever I think you can't be any worse off, he proves me wrong." Arod shook his head. "Tell me how that looks."

"And to be honest, I think they actually taste better cold..." Tam continued.

Carth stood up and walked over to the mirror on the wall. "Not bad," he said after a moment's inspection. "Thanks, Arod."

"My pleasure," Arod replied. "Just remember, you have to walk down the aisle by yourself. I mean, unless you want me to hold your hand?"

"During the reception, we're going to string Arod up as a pinata," Tam announced with a broad grin.

"There's an idea," Arod snorted. "But I'm going to have to go with a no on that one."

"I bet your head is filled with delicious candy," Tam snickered.

"That's it," Carth said. "No pinatas. Not at my reception. End of story."

"How about during the wedding, then?" Tam asked. "During the vows, we can lower Arod from above using cables."

Carth shook his head. "I'm not even married yet and already you're setting me up for a divorce."

"And that's why I'm the best man," Arod said.

"That's just because you're respectable." Tam snatched his engraved flask from the dresser and displayed it with an elaborate wave of his hand. "It is my duty, however, to find a lonely bridesmaid and befriend her. You think Mo's sister is single?"

Arod cringed. "You're practically related."

"Only in an hour," Tam replied. "For now, she's a perfectly lovely aquaintance. In a pale yellow dress. Who decided on that boob cut for the tops, by the way?"

"On the upside, what he says won't be recorded in the pictures," Arod muttered.

"Alright, this stops right now." Carth wrenched the flask out of Tam's grip and pushed it on Arod. "You need to loosen up. And Tam?"

Tam met his eyes. "Yeah?"

"Try to hold it in until everyone's had a couple drinks in them," Carth said. "Full-blown Tam can be startling to the unsuspecting masses."

Tam offered a bow. "I'll be good," he said. "Promise."

Carth raised an eyebrow. "Arod?"

"I'm always good," Arod replied.

Carth exhaled. "Thanks for being here," he said. "Both of you. I don't think I could've done this without you guys."

"Mo'd kick your ass if she heard that," Tam commented.

"Tam," Carth hissed.

"Well, she would," Arod said.

Carth exchanged a look with them both. "Yeah, well, don't tell her then."

"Cross my heart." Tam placed a hand over his heart.

Arod nodded. "Deal."
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