He hadn't smiled so much in a while. He couldn't help another at her, as if they were sharing a secret. …A strange comparison because secrets, in his life, were not pleasant things. But now, with her, everything was new.
Cassian brought his clothes with him into the lav. They would mostly still do from yesterday. Onto the pile, he set his own underwear that he'd washed and were now dried. The inherited ones he'd worn overnight, he hand-washed and set to dry. Not strictly necessary, but when you're lucky to have amenities, use them.
He searched the cabinet and came up with an analog toothbrush and what looked like dedicated tooth-cleaning paste. They were stored together, at least. The alphabet on them… it was the same as the secondary writing on his welcome packet, under the Aurebesh. He decided not to risk it but to check it with Jyn later. For now, he brushed dry and rinsed with a dilution of the 'fresher soap.
Again, taking advantage of what you have when you have it, he took a lightning-quick rinse in the 'fresher and blasted dry, then changed into the hand-me-down clothes. They really were a pretty good fit, but he looked forward to getting some things of his own. He assumed the money he'd been given would be good for it.
Some might find it strange, that he was dead set against using an apartment given to him by an unknown source, yet had no problem using money given by the same source. Well, he didn't believe hard (and untraceable) currency need bind you the way a stationary location did. Call it compensation for unwitting relocation.
He was again barefoot. He'd, of course, told Jyn the truth: it did make his eyes dart and heart pound harder, especially on a metallic floor. …But the sun shone in white, not red; and, most important, he was with her. Anyway, he wasn't going to put on those damn boots until he had to.
So Cassian emerged with his night clothes neatly folded, dressed for the day. He went to the cabin to put his (or their) mat(s) back onto the bunks, then his folded clothes onto the mat. Then he turned for the kitchen to turn yesterday's motley meal into today's motley breakfast.
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He hadn't smiled so much in a while. He couldn't help another at her, as if they were sharing a secret. …A strange comparison because secrets, in his life, were not pleasant things. But now, with her, everything was new.
Cassian brought his clothes with him into the lav. They would mostly still do from yesterday. Onto the pile, he set his own underwear that he'd washed and were now dried. The inherited ones he'd worn overnight, he hand-washed and set to dry. Not strictly necessary, but when you're lucky to have amenities, use them.
He searched the cabinet and came up with an analog toothbrush and what looked like dedicated tooth-cleaning paste. They were stored together, at least. The alphabet on them… it was the same as the secondary writing on his welcome packet, under the Aurebesh. He decided not to risk it but to check it with Jyn later. For now, he brushed dry and rinsed with a dilution of the 'fresher soap.
Again, taking advantage of what you have when you have it, he took a lightning-quick rinse in the 'fresher and blasted dry, then changed into the hand-me-down clothes. They really were a pretty good fit, but he looked forward to getting some things of his own. He assumed the money he'd been given would be good for it.
Some might find it strange, that he was dead set against using an apartment given to him by an unknown source, yet had no problem using money given by the same source. Well, he didn't believe hard (and untraceable) currency need bind you the way a stationary location did. Call it compensation for unwitting relocation.
He was again barefoot. He'd, of course, told Jyn the truth: it did make his eyes dart and heart pound harder, especially on a metallic floor. …But the sun shone in white, not red; and, most important, he was with her. Anyway, he wasn't going to put on those damn boots until he had to.
So Cassian emerged with his night clothes neatly folded, dressed for the day. He went to the cabin to put his (or their) mat(s) back onto the bunks, then his folded clothes onto the mat. Then he turned for the kitchen to turn yesterday's motley meal into today's motley breakfast.