"Have a slumber party and braid each other's hair," Jyn deadpanned, not missing a beat. It was something she'd only ever seen in various holos, young girls on wealthy planets doing things like painting their nails and playing stupid games. Her life had never had room for that sort of frivolity. Where they got party games, she got war stories; where they got fancy hairdos and nail lacquer, she got sharpened knives and cleaned blasters. She didn't regret that. Maybe it was because this life was the only one she'd ever known, but the thought of that sort of sheltered, oblivious upbringing made her stomach turn.
"I don't know. Usually everyone keeps to themselves." She couldn't tell why, but at least so far, she wasn't minding him being an exception to that.
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Date: 2025-05-04 01:42 am (UTC)"I don't know. Usually everyone keeps to themselves." She couldn't tell why, but at least so far, she wasn't minding him being an exception to that.