[ Poe blinks when the tickets boop his snoot. Because somehow that was entirely unexpected. Resolved or not, Poe's going to be keeping an eye on John once they get inside. He's not about to let his own excitement overshadow a friend needing a break.
I don't like being closed in, Poe had told John, and John had adapted without hesitation. Poe owes him that same favor. ]
If you're sure.
[ Poe leads the way inside, immediately taken with the shimmering walls, fascinated by the play of color, homesick with the memory of the prisma storms on Yavin. He reaches out to touch one glassy surface, breathless. ] Reminds me of home.
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Date: 2018-01-29 09:03 pm (UTC)I don't like being closed in, Poe had told John, and John had adapted without hesitation. Poe owes him that same favor. ]
If you're sure.
[ Poe leads the way inside, immediately taken with the shimmering walls, fascinated by the play of color, homesick with the memory of the prisma storms on Yavin. He reaches out to touch one glassy surface, breathless. ] Reminds me of home.
[ And they're barely ten feet inside. ]