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It was a dream so accuracy may be questionable.

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well, fair enough. still might be enlightening. you want to meet somewhere?

[realists]

Sure. The world is our clam.

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that's

[ Not the right colloquialism, he doesn't think, but it's honestly hysterical enough that he'd prefer to keep it that way. ]

definitely a good way of putting it

there's a few private rooftop gardens in our general area, i'll send you a ping to one.

[realists]

Okay

[ wow so loquacious. ]

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see you soon.

[ Okay then.

He shoots her a GPS ping to his favorite rooftop, draped in vines and some kind of weird fruit that reminds him of scuppernongs in southern Louisiana. It's a floral, dense smell, not unlike gardenias, and it just reminds him of home. ]

[realists]

[ 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. ]

You like flowers?