( Oh, so that grandiose way that makes you think you sound totally normal but only makes you sound that much more drunk to the person on the other end? Perfect. Kylo at least has had the decency to shower -- obvious given the state of his hair. Is he wearing a shirt? Who's to say.
He narrows his eyes, although with more fondness than contempt. )
Hello. Why were you laughing so hard?
He narrows his eyes, although with more fondness than contempt. )
Hello. Why were you laughing so hard?
( Okay well that's unfair. All that smiling and shifting. Legitimately unfair. But somehow not totally distracting so there is some approximation of a laugh. More like an exhale but it's there if you squint. )
I genuinely hope you didn't still eat it.
I genuinely hope you didn't still eat it.
( It's been a long time since he's heard himself do that so her response might be as warranted as his own except that he doesn't have a response because the sensory memory of her hair threading through his fingers and punching him in the gut first thing in the morning is overwhelming as soon as he sees it. Felucia is both in the far away past and distant present, and he is momentarily preoccupied with the sticky, humid memory of it.
The forgiving thing about a video communique is that it's difficult to figure out where the other person is looking, so his preoccupation with her mouth might not be as obvious. )
Were you celebrating?
The forgiving thing about a video communique is that it's difficult to figure out where the other person is looking, so his preoccupation with her mouth might not be as obvious. )
Were you celebrating?
( Her mouth is only slightly less interesting than the shifting of sheets, if only because that movement belies an intimacy he has not been anticipating, despite prior circumstances. There is also something exhilarating in knowing that he is the only one she's seeking out in this moment, when there are undoubtedly numerous individuals who would lap up the opportunity. )
No, you won't. ( It isn't a dare but, rather, a piece of advice. One of them has to be some semblance of a voice of reason, and it's clear that the one not talking about trash TV and fried chicken is going to have to be the one. Still, though - he leans forward, one hand wrapped around his comm. ) But. If you could go anywhere, where would you go?
No, you won't. ( It isn't a dare but, rather, a piece of advice. One of them has to be some semblance of a voice of reason, and it's clear that the one not talking about trash TV and fried chicken is going to have to be the one. Still, though - he leans forward, one hand wrapped around his comm. ) But. If you could go anywhere, where would you go?
( Well this is a stupid response but he's going to say it anyway because he's stupid and the image of that one bare, freckled shoulder is going to be burned into his brain for the rest of his life - )
Tython. ( Maybe it's taking advantage of her intoxication - although he's never claimed to be even a halfway decent person - but he's unabashed in the way he takes in the poorly illuminated angles of her face: the hollows underneath her eyes, thrown by the light of the communicator; the splatter of freckles over the rise of one cheekbone not totally dissipated into shadow; the lone ring of green hanging in the brown of her eyes, solidly aglow in the contrast between his call and the darkness of the room beyond. The bow of her mouth, and the memory of it against his own. )
Wherever you want to go. ( Pause. ) As long as the humidity is somewhere below ninety-eight percent.
Tython. ( Maybe it's taking advantage of her intoxication - although he's never claimed to be even a halfway decent person - but he's unabashed in the way he takes in the poorly illuminated angles of her face: the hollows underneath her eyes, thrown by the light of the communicator; the splatter of freckles over the rise of one cheekbone not totally dissipated into shadow; the lone ring of green hanging in the brown of her eyes, solidly aglow in the contrast between his call and the darkness of the room beyond. The bow of her mouth, and the memory of it against his own. )
Wherever you want to go. ( Pause. ) As long as the humidity is somewhere below ninety-eight percent.
( Literally so, so stupid. )
As long as the humidity is somewhere below ninety-eight percent. ( This is important, all things considered, and bears repeating. Never mind that it's easier to parrot than it is to come up with original statements.
So, so stupid.
He'll just. Get up. And do anything else other than sit there because there is a thread of anxious energy running like an electrical current underneath his skin. )
And no sarlaccs.
As long as the humidity is somewhere below ninety-eight percent. ( This is important, all things considered, and bears repeating. Never mind that it's easier to parrot than it is to come up with original statements.
So, so stupid.
He'll just. Get up. And do anything else other than sit there because there is a thread of anxious energy running like an electrical current underneath his skin. )
And no sarlaccs.
( One of them has to be the sane one, so it might as well be the sober one. )
You're already intoxicated. Why add reckless to the equation?
( He sits, this time on a cot jutting from the wall of the shuttle he's currently occupying. He props the comm on a side table so that they are more or less facing one another, wrists braced on his knees, nearly leveling with her. )
You're already intoxicated. Why add reckless to the equation?
( He sits, this time on a cot jutting from the wall of the shuttle he's currently occupying. He props the comm on a side table so that they are more or less facing one another, wrists braced on his knees, nearly leveling with her. )
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