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[ 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!

[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?

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

Edited 2017-05-09 05:03 (UTC)

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

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

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

asking for a friend.

[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.

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.]

I'm at zozzled, you might want to come over. Guess who's here? Hint: she said you could "use a good rescue"

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

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

You're welcome. :)

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?

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. ]

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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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

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

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

Your turn.

[ 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—

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[ 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. :)

[ 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.

[ 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.

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

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

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text; soon after Leia's network post

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text; son bails on parents, news at 11

Text; backdated to Ben's return 2/1

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

Text; 4:07am, March 4

Half an hour after Han ports in