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[goazon]

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[apparare]

( The amount of of time that passes between her message and his should go down in history as the most perfect amount of time there ever was between messages. Just the right amount of time to be intrigued and confused. )

Are you drunk? How many tacos have you eaten?

[goazon]

[ It's enough time for her to bully the music player. She doesn't know much music. It's all Cantina bands and it's awful ]

Kylo it doesn't matter. Shhhh. All that matters is that we get some food, and we watch Real Housewives of Coruscant because you are completely a Mathilde. This is all stupid. Why are we doing this when we could get a bucket of drumsticks and some fries?

[apparare]

( He's lost the narrative. )

What is a Mathilde?

[goazon]

She's the cooly bitchy powerful one with the sleek outfits. You're Mathilde.

[apparare]

( Oh. So you think he's powerful. )

You're rotting your brain.

[goazon]

[ It's those shoulders. ]

You're rotting your face.

[apparare]

Says the one consistently shoving fried food into her mouth.

[goazon]

I'd do other things with my mouth, but you're over there and extremely difficult as a person.

[apparare]

( Hang on real quick while he has a stroke. )

I assume all your talking would get in the way of anything interesting.

[goazon]

It didn't last time.

[apparare]

You and I remember Felucia very differently.

[goazon]

Is that so?

[apparare]

To be fair, you weren't quite this chatty.

[goazon]

We could be kissing right now.

[apparare]

( Yikes. )

How much have you had to drink?

[goazon]

Enough to go to sleep. I was presenting alternatives.

[apparare]

( Enough to regret saying aaaaannnyyyy of this tomorrow, more like. Give him a minute. )

Don't.

[goazon]

[ Attached please find a picture of Rey, very obviously in some state of undress but wrapped in a blanket from head to toe. From beneath the hood of the blanket, she's squinting one eye and peering into the lens of the camera. ]

[apparare]

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[apparare]

(What's up. Answer your FaceTime, Miss Blanket Rey. )

LMAO I'M DYING

[goazon]

[ And so she does, a little bleary eyed but grinning very stupidly ]

Hello. [ Said in that weird, kind of grandiose way drunk people speak in when they're trying to not be as drunk as they are but are incredibly pleased with something at the same time. ]

AREN'T WE ALL.

[apparare]

( 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?

[goazon]

[ She's not too drunk to miss that look on his face, and it only makes her smile all the wider and sillier. Damn his stupid face and rumpled hair.

Then everything shifts to the side, including Rey's image before, she realized what had happened and righted the communicator so that she can lay on her side in front of it. ]

Somebody dropped something. It was terrible because it was cake, but it was hilarious because they panicked and stepped in it.

[apparare]

( 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.

sappy icon hour is a go

[goazon]

[ She's never heard him do that before, and damn it all if it's not the best thing ever. When she laughs it's far more obvious, shaking her head, the hood falling away, and her loose hair framing the sides of her face because life is unfair sweetie, pony up. ]

No, but it hurt my heart deeply. [ Leaning into the camera, her eyes widen with grave sincerity. ] Deeply.