[ despite the meeting being on the roof, jyn takes the stairs. sometimes, the elevator trauma you ignored for ten months arrives at your doorstep and tells you to take the fucking stairs. and despite the heat, she is wearing long sleeves with her shorts, exposing a number of blaster scars and burns across her legs that she seems unbothered by, instead taking in the curiously bittersweet scent of the blossoming vines draped over trellises as if they're too heavy to support themselves, drunk on their own almost cloying frangrance. ]
Hey.
[ her fingers trace over the edge of a flower just above her shoulder that sends a bee buzzing unhappily away from the flower before she glances at nate. ]
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Hey.
[ her fingers trace over the edge of a flower just above her shoulder that sends a bee buzzing unhappily away from the flower before she glances at nate. ]
You like flowers?