Yes. Odd to him. Perhaps it's a little bit of a sexist frame of thought, but he can't see to female friends talking to each other that way? Covert sexism more than overt. Not 'wowen can't do that', but more 'I never pictured a woman doing that. Aren't they supposed to be better with feelings?' They're doing things that don't fit into his preconceived notions, anyway.
The situation with his sleep was a little bit more abnormal than usual, but yeah, the evening kinda jives with Han better than the afternoon. The only thing that's consistent about sleep/wake for him is it's inconsistency.
"Cute is not something I get accused of very often." Sometimes a woman will slip and call him handsome, when they don't realize that stroking his ego creates something of a monster. It's good to knock him down a few pegs once in a while. It builds character and keeps his head from getting planet-sized.
Anyway, he'll dig out something to wear and start changing. There's no door in and out of the sleeping quarters, because sometimes you really just have to sprint out of bed and take care of something. He's turned away from her, but unable to truly keep her from peeking again, if she was so inclined.
He keeps the shirt, puts his favorite pair of pants - which ultimately doesn't look that much different than any other pairs of his pants apart from a distinctive red stripe running down the side seam, and a black vest to go on top. His style, somewhat miliary and somewhat not, is distinctly him. Also, his more important accessory is accounted for, as always. The thigh holster that he favors, strapped to his leg and his blaster picked up off the ground, placed in it.
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Date: 2016-02-22 04:33 pm (UTC)The situation with his sleep was a little bit more abnormal than usual, but yeah, the evening kinda jives with Han better than the afternoon. The only thing that's consistent about sleep/wake for him is it's inconsistency.
"Cute is not something I get accused of very often." Sometimes a woman will slip and call him handsome, when they don't realize that stroking his ego creates something of a monster. It's good to knock him down a few pegs once in a while. It builds character and keeps his head from getting planet-sized.
Anyway, he'll dig out something to wear and start changing. There's no door in and out of the sleeping quarters, because sometimes you really just have to sprint out of bed and take care of something. He's turned away from her, but unable to truly keep her from peeking again, if she was so inclined.
He keeps the shirt, puts his favorite pair of pants - which ultimately doesn't look that much different than any other pairs of his pants apart from a distinctive red stripe running down the side seam, and a black vest to go on top. His style, somewhat miliary and somewhat not, is distinctly him. Also, his more important accessory is accounted for, as always. The thigh holster that he favors, strapped to his leg and his blaster picked up off the ground, placed in it.