"There is nothing wrong with my light saber," he muttered as his sister moved around in the dark to get dressed. He took a seat on the bed, waiting for her as she slipped on her sweatshirt and then left the room. Standing quickly, he followed her out into the living area of their apartment, shrugging his shoulders in reply to her other questions. The twizzlers were clear on his breath, and it spooked him how easily she could always figure out that he had had junk food. He went to the couch and grabbed his bag, taking it and his light saber to his bedroom and tossing both haphazardly into his own space. Where they landed he didn't much care, he'd be able to take care of them later.
Coming back into the living area, he stuffed hands into his pockets as he observed his sister. The concierge was waiting by the open front door, looking a bit anxious to get the two of them downstairs. He probably had other apartment dwellers to see to.
"Come on, Lil, we've gotta get moving. Worry about my sugar spazzing later."