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[carbonfrozen]

"solo here. leave a message unless you think i owe you something."

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[Text]

[faithfulson]

[ Look. He knew Jedi didn't seek vengeance. But considering Han's propensity for 2 AM texts, he feels his own is entirely justified. ]

Han.
Han!
Wake up!
Guess what day it is!

[Text]

[carbonfrozen]

[The great thing about this is, Han has literally no goddamn clue why Luke would be texting him at four in the morning. He squints blearily at the screen, then buries his face in his pillow and groans for so loud and so long that Chewie would've been proud of him.]

what

your birthday

leia's birthday

life day

empire day

[text] 1/3

[kestreldawn]

[Jyn's, once again, woken up in the middle of the night thanks to a nightmare. She lays in bed for a while, staring at the ceiling, listening to Cassian breathing, but eventually reaches for the comm, decides to maybe extract some payback.

Time says 2:57am]

do you think loth-cats know they're loth-cats?

2/3

[kestreldawn]

like do you think they ever wake up one day with the distinct thought of, 'guess i'll go do loth-cat things today' ?

3/3

[kestreldawn]

or do they have no concept of what they're called and just do stuff because what else are they going to do

[carbonfrozen]

you and luke are as bad as each other

and I'd say the latter and also how do we know they don't have their own names for themselves, for all we know they've got a whole language we just don't know about

and it just so happens to be loud enough to wake up sleeping smugglers even if they're in the hold

method rping, aka I haven't slept in 23hrs, aka payback

[bespin]

Do you ever think about how most of the people who learn the names of the Core Worlds will never even see them?

OH MY GOD

[carbonfrozen]

it's three in the morning I need sleep too

you and Jyn and Luke are as bad as each other [Even though technically, Han's frequent late-night messaging is worse. What a hypocrite.]

and no but now that I think about it that is kriffed up

private text

[kestreldawn]

where do you think the off switch would be on a kx security droid?

asking for a friend.

[carbonfrozen]

funny I was just about to ask you

and it was for me

text;

[reexamined]

[If he could read the topic above this one, he wouldn't have sent this message. But because he can't, he does.]

Han Solo, please respond.

[carbonfrozen]

yeah I'm here

what do you want

Voice

[dun_moch]

Greetings, Han Solo. I trust you are well.

I am contacting you because I may have work available that is suited to your particular skills.

[Smuggling skills, that is.]

Voice

[carbonfrozen]

Yeah, I'm fine.

[At the offer, Han straightens up a little in his taxi. It's a slow day, so the Count's caught him just cruising around, and while some part of Han is immediately ready and willing to straight up accept the job, no questions asked—well, it's been a while since Han did something with no questions asked.

That's what happens when you run with rebels.]

I'm listening. What's the job for?

Text.

[flightforfreedom]

I'm at zozzled, you might want to come over.

Guess who's here?

Hint: she said you could "use a good rescue"

Text.

[carbonfrozen]

of course she said that

tell her I'm coming and also, some rescue, your highnessness

text; soon after Leia's network post

[storyseeker]

Are we going to have to work out some kind of sock on the door system now?

text;

[carbonfrozen]

it's uh

kinda complicated

we told you about how I ended up temporarily blind right?

[He lets out a long breath. Then he types out the rest with more deliberation than usual:] she was there too and had to watch, she was the last face I saw

and now she's from before we even got there

[Text]

[faithfulson]

[ And because Leia asked, a certain someone is sending a certain image to a certain kissing scoundrel. ]

You're welcome. :)

[voice]

[carbonfrozen]

[Like a second later:] LUKE!

[What the fuck bro.]

text - Y E P

[articulations]

iF A HUTt had a single bone in their slimy skinned sludge of a body then I wouldn't believe it because then they'd be HONEST

dID you know?

[carbonfrozen]

what

[What?]

text; son bails on parents, news at 11

[articulations]

Did you know?

[ The greens and halved cherry tomatoes are scattered at her feet where she'd dropped herself down heavily into the chair. She still felt winded. ]

text; unrelated news, banshee screams in distance, more after the break

[carbonfrozen]

know what

[He hasn't realized, just yet, that Kylo's gone. At this point, he's sent him an invitation yesterday, and he's wondering if Kylo's lost his nerve, or decided not to bother, or—there's a lot of possibilities, really.

He's determinedly not thinking about the Porter's tendency to pull people in, then push them out again.]

Text; backdated to Ben's return 2/1

[articulations]

Don't come over tonight.

[ Easy peasy. Only it's not, because her hands are shaking as she types that to him and hits send. ]

[carbonfrozen]

what

why

BACKDATED TO BEFORE YOU RIPPED OUT MY HEART by which i mean.... mid-feb?

[photophobic]

[ There have been more than enough times when he could have taken his father up on his offer by now- but something always seems to get in the way. Dimly, very definitely not on a conscious level, Kylo is aware it's possible that's no co-incidence.

There's a lot of risk involved, in attempting this. Particularly now, with Leia having made her position absolutely clear.

But he wants it. And with both Hux and himself having so recently been ported out, he knows now more keenly than ever just how fleeting this opportunity might be.

So he braces himself, opens up the old message his father had left him while he'd been gone, and types a deceptively simple message. ]

I'm free. If you wanted to have that lunch.

[ And there. He hits send, and it's done.
Nothing to do now but stare at the screen. ]

[carbonfrozen]

[Han doesn't answer.

Or more accurately: his answer comes in the form of a loud knock at the door.] Kylo! Hey, kid, it's me! [Han Solo: subtle as a rampaging rancor in an art gallery.]

Text; 4:07am, March 4

[photophobic]

[ He hadn't meant to actually hit send.
But he did. And he can't take it back.

So it sits there, undelivered, waiting. ]

come back

Text; 9 am, March 15

[carbonfrozen]

are you still here

Half an hour after Han ports in

[flightforfreedom]

bb-8 says you're back

If you could confirm and let me know whether or not you remember who the hell I am, it'd be appreciated

[carbonfrozen]

who're you

[A minute later:]

kidding

you're Poe Dameron, of course I know who you are

I also know that one time your mom visited and you puked on her flightsuit

text ; March 15th

[phoenixleader]

[ There's no text, just a link to a bluetube video called "10 Best Stalled Shuttle Memes" ]

[carbonfrozen]

what a great welcome gift

here's my thank you note

[Attached is a picture of Han's middle finger.]

text; 3am the morning after the De Chima election was announced.

[bespin]

Your turn.

text;

[carbonfrozen]

[Give him a minute, he's just poked his head up from a little nap at the wheel.]

wart no

[He'd meant to type what now, but he's sleepy enough that he misses the autocorrect until it's too late. Oops.]

this is nsfw scroll past this y'all babies

[carbonfrozen]

[ continued from here ]

[They're undressing? They're undressing. More specifically, Leia is taking his clothes off, and Han is very happy to help her out, shrugging out of his jacket and breaking the kiss for a moment to let her get his shirt off. He'll worry about cleaning up later. For now, he dives back in for another kiss, hands furiously working to tug at the laces of her shift. Where did she even get one? Doesn't matter. Kissing now.

Oh wait. He breaks away after a moment.]

I missed you too, Your Worshipfulness, [he says, playful nickname at odds with the husky heat of his voice,] but we gotta—bedroom, we've got a bedroom—

✨

[articulations]

We also have a sofa, Han. And a kitchen countertop.

[ all said casually, like it's the most obvious observation in the world, with a hint of breathlessness from the kiss. No point in backtracking, they've already made it to the hallway.

Leia leans up to nip at the edge of his jaw, smiling to herself at the tickle of stubble. ]

You know... [ But it trails off as she takes one his hands, breaking up his mission of getting those laces untied, and guides it down to the slit in the skirt that reaches practically to her hip. He's going to find nothing in the way, just naked skin, hot skin. ]

[Text | 2 AM]

[faithfulson]

[ Did Luke deliberately wait until he could feel Han's presence become muted with sleep? Maybe. Maybe not. It's not like vengeance is the Jedi way or anything. ]

Hey Han.
Han.
Haaaaaaan.
It's that time of year again, Han.

May the Fourth be with you, Han. :)

[Text | yells]

[carbonfrozen]

[Oh.

Oh for fuck's sake. He very carefully gets up so as to not disturb Leia's sleep before he grabs the communicator to respond.]

no

fuck off

why do I have to read that at two in the morning that is a terrible pun

text, oh shit it's father's day;

[photophobic]

[ He should have done this... a week ago, at least, should have at least determined whether or not Han had the day free, and--
--and what? He'd been trying to work out whether he even wanted to mark this holiday since he heard about it, and it's only now that the day is upon him and the chance is slipping through his fingers that he knows the answer.

Any of them can be taken at any time.

So he snatches up his comm device and sends his not-dead-yet father a brief text. ]

Are you busy.

text

[carbonfrozen]

[Give him five minutes, he's arguing about cab fare with someone. Father's Day, so far, has not actually occurred to Han just yet, because he's been ferrying people around the cities for most of the morning. It's a weirdly busy morning today.

About five minutes later, Han catches sight of the text.]

i'm on my lunch break what's up

[He types, steadfastly ignoring the random teenage girl banging on the glass window wanting a ride.]

voice; no specific timeline, after hiatus is good too

[articulations]

[ It's been a while but that's her own fault, she's finally bringing this around. Starr is to blame. ]

We need to talk.

voice; reappears with starbucks

[carbonfrozen]

'Bout what? [Han's voice is light and breezy, because right now he's got a hot dog in hand and is mostly just enjoying the sunny afternoon. Then he pauses.]

If this is about the dishes, I already did them, nothing is broken.

text;

[smugler]

say, old buddy
(by which I mean you're old)
what say you to a drink sometime?

text;

[carbonfrozen]

not that old

but sure I'd love a drink

in fact I know a damn good place for one