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Date: 2018-02-23 11:39 pm (UTC)
deploy: (john77)
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No, it's cool. We can hang.

[Is that what they're doing? John has no idea. He's stared half-mad warlords in the eye during negotiations and had a better idea of what was happening. With Poe, John just doesn't know. Everything about their relationship, or lack thereof, has been left purposefully vague. Fuzzy around the edges.

Which is usually how John likes it. Or thought he did.

His heart thumps once, like a sonic boom, as he steps around Poe (and BB-8) into Poe's home. It's unfamiliar territory. John maps the windows, doors and barriers with a quick scan of his eyes before noting any surface details. Habit.

Turns out there aren't many. Poe and Finn's place is about as barren as his and Rodney's. All that really stands out are the makeshift beds on the living room floor.]


I like what you've done with the place. You're really running with the whole living room concept.
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