twelve_not_fourteen | The odds of hitting your target go up when you aim at it.

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The odds of hitting your target go up when you aim at it.

No matter how good you are at something, if you challenge yourself against enough people, you'll find someone who can best you. Even if you have all the talent in the galaxy, nobody is going to be successful one-hundred percent of the time. It's an unfortunate aspect of life that we fail.

You can label those thoughts as pessimism or realism if you like, but it doesn't change it's truth. And the good thing is that, in recognizing you can't be the best at everything all the time, you can come to realize that the whole rest of the human race is on that ship with you. What ends up making the difference is striving to be better and being well rounded in what you can do. There's no shortage of aspiration in Han. He's not the 'resting on his laurels' type.

Which brings us to the explanation of why he's been spending the last few nights in Nexus bars learning to play darts of all things. Boy meets girl. Boy likes girl. Boy mentions being interested in bar games. Girl says darts seem like fun. Boy spends all his spare time over the next few days learning how to play darts, naturally.

It could have been fun to learn how to play together and, no doubt, that's the route a lot of people would take. Not Han, though. It's so deeply ingrained into him that he needs to prove his worth, that he couldn't very well go into this occasion without some practice. Even though it's just for fun. Just an excuse to get closer to somebody. He has to be the best that he can be in the few short days he has to learn the skill. Besides, he rationalizes to himself, it will be good if someone knows the rules to the games before they try to play.

Thock. Thock. Thock.

The sound of the metal tipped darts pelting the sisal fibre board is the same every time. In some ways, the game likens itself to other kinds of marksmanship. A lot of the work is done in adopting a good stance each time and being consistent.

The hours melt away faster that he realizes.

Unlike playing cards, which requires observation and thinking to play well, he can mostly zone out here. For him, it's kind of relaxing. He's not a champion dart player after two days and he's pretty sure Barton would handily outclass him in a game, but he's gotten pretty good. He tends to hit in the wedge that he's aiming for more often than he misses.

Although they never specifically agreed upon a time or even a specific place to reunite, he trusts the May Queen to find him. The morning was clear and no doubt a goddess has a lot to accomplish in a day, so he waits until the sky begins to turn dark before he heads to an establishment called 'The Pitch and Roll'.

It starts to rain just before he gets there, but it's one of those warm refreshing ones that you tend not to mind getting caught in too much. For now. It looks to him like it's going to really start pouring soon. A good evening to spend inside somewhere. He's glad he brought a good jacket; it's light brown in color and leather. If it's still raining when it's time to walk to the Falcon, he'll be glad to have it. The rest of what he's put on in terms of his clothing is the standard for him - black pants with a yellow decoration along the side seam and a white long sleave shirt.

He doesn't see Frea when he arrives and so, he'll walk up to the bar and order an ale for himself while he waits.

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"Look at you trying to throw me off course." He murmurs with a smile that suggests he's not all that put off by the fact she's bumped him. "Here I was thinking you were my North Star, but maybe you're more like the interesting locale that I can't help to be drawn to."

His response isn't so much of a shove, it's more of a lean into her. A persistent and difficult to ignore pressure.

"Good food, yeah, but since it's thrown by a coalition of grain farmers it's the beer that's particularly good." He pauses for a moment, before he adds, "I feel like you'd be the most popular person there."

"Mm-hmm." She wasn't fooled, but the smile's a nice reassurance she's right. "That's me. A whole lotta trouble, but a whole lotta fun, too."

Persistent and difficult to ignore. Sounds like him. Frea beams up at him then and leans back comfortably. Somehow, despite the differences in height and stride and everything else, it works.

"Me? Oh, no, I'm sure the people who make the food and the beer are the popular ones." But she's just tickled he thinks that. "Is that your favorite part?"

She is fun to him. He's trying to be concious of the fact that she's a woman of importance and keeping that in mind, he shouldn't smother her. One man shouldn't take up too much of spring's time. A part of him kinda wants to, though.

At this point, Han is also starting to get a little bit cold, but in a way that's not interrupting his fun. He's aware of it and if she wasn't making him so ... well, happy really ... he'd be a lot more perturbed by it. The Falcon's not too far from here, though. Just where he can begin to see it's distinctive curves in the distance.

"You haven't been in a huge gathering of Corellian men before." He says with a bit of a smirk. "I'm what passes for good behavior among my people. Trust me. You'd get attention."

He jests, sort of. Not every man where he's from is a scoundrel, but when an entire planet's gender has a kind of reputation, there's often something to it.

"My favorite part? The bonfires are nice. The food and drink is among the best you'll ever have. I dunno, it might sound kind of ... sentimental, but it's good the way it brings people together. Like for that week it doesn't matter what continent you came from or who your family is."

It isn't really possible to take someone else's time. If she's giving it freely, he shouldn't feel guilty about it. Of course, 'should' is a dangerous word and a more dangerous concept.

"Yeah, but... I wouldn't want it." Her answer comes with her resting her head against his arm. Why would she want the attention of other men when he's around? It's a foolish concept. He may be a scoundrel, but for right now, he's her scoundrel. And she's his... something.

"Nothing wrong with sentimental," she points out quietly. "That does sound nice. I hope you get to go back for it soon. But, if you're still here, you might like our harvest celebrations too." Ours means hers, but he could be included in the group.

He knows that he's pretty fond her. She's starting to make it very clear that she's pretty fond of him too. Happily he'd offer himself up for the job of being her scoundrel and Han wouldn't even ask for any additional perks among the ones he's already getting, either.

"Well, you already have the best of what that planet could offer anyway." He says with a look at her that, like his actions, straddles the line between handsome and foolish. Because his hair is damp from the rain, he reaches his hand to push it out of the way of his eyes. Frea will probably notice that his clothes are getting soaked. His shirt is aleady sticking to his chest and his back.

When it comes to the invite of her harvest, he assures her, "I wouldn't miss it." He's not sure what exactly to picture in terms of how her presense would be received and the Captain figures that a lot of people are going to want her attention on that day, but ... it's the culmination of her effort in some respects, right? If she wants him there he definitely wants to be there.

"I haven't been to the one at home in a couple of years, so, it be nice to see one again." He says, offering a little of himself in the details. "Have you uh ... kept count of how many seasons you've helped people here?"

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He'll be her scoundrel so long as she's his something? She can live with that arrangement. But it does leave her wondering what that 'something' is. Something next, she expects; she's enjoying it so far.

"Mm, obviously." Handsome and foolish makes her heart flutter, so he should be careful and keep it up. She turns her head to smile up at him, which makes her notice how wet and cold he's getting. And not that she doesn't appreciate the preview, but she likes him too much to keep him suffering. A little nudge of her hip is all the warning he's getting that she's picking up the pace.

"Good. There are so many things I want to show you before... before they're gone." There are times and places when Frea will be the popular one, the belle of the ball, surrounded by people who want to bask in her sunlight or beg her for favors. He's seen the type. Has he noticed the people they keep close, the trusted friends who guide and guard? There's a reason she lets Brienne get so bossy sometimes; she knows there are times she'll need someone else to step in and handle things for her. Han could be one of those people too, if he keeps feeling these protective urges toward her.

"Maybe we can find someone to make something Corellian for you?" The little details are filed away; for all she appears flighty, she's good at remembering things that matter to her. He matters immensely. If he didn't, she might not share so much about herself with him to answer that question. Brushing off uncomfortable details is her usual m.o. "This is my first year as the May Queen. There were others before me."

So. That's a load of information for him.

Something not defined. Which is alright for now. It's not as if he has what she is all that well defined in his mind either. He's been waffling back and forth between just like any other person he's ever known but with more powers and more responsibilities and ... not like anyone he could imagine. It hasn't occurred to him that she could be both things.

Moving faster is probably good. Using more muscle energy will help keep him warm, at any rate. Either way, the ship seems about 200 yards away now. Even in the rain and gray, that's probably enough for her to really take in the sight of his beloved Falcon.

He cares for her deeply and wants to look out for her. Han is a very different kind of protector and likely the kind who would notice different kinds of threats than Brienne would see. Together, she'll be well looked after. Though how much after she needs looking, he's not entirely sure.

"Maybe." He says with a nod. "Something that grows pretty quickly, probably?" He wouldn't call his agricultural knowledge top notch. Nor is he privy to how much longer the growing season is around here. If anyone could make something from his home take root here though ... he'd believe it would be her.

"First?"

He couldn't have guessed as much. For as much as she can be flighty, he's also seen her be very knowledgeable of her domain and wise. "Long may you reign, Queen Frea."

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She's a very busy goddess. Maybe he's trying to not over-schedule her by expecting her to be too many things at once. She'd be happy to try for him. It's pretty easy to try and be the thing you are, if you're lucky enough to like who you are.

The Falcon is not what she'd been expecting. She'd been expecting something sleek, aerodynamic... bird-like. Not that she dislikes it, she's just surprised. But it's too cold and wet to stay outside studying it. That'll keep for the morning. Keeping warm with a brisk pace is a good start. They'll warm each other up better soon enough.

"I'm sure it could be arranged. What would you like?" She's pretty sure she can find and grow whatever it is he misses most. If it's fruit from a tree they might be in trouble, but there are vast and plentiful markets in which to look for what she cannot make herself.

She might not technically need anyone protecting her, but that doesn't mean she doesn't want what she wants. The idea of being mobbed is... troubling, for her. Some people might thrive on that kind of attention, but she's not one of them. She loves attention--he's well aware of that--but of a different sort.

"Mm-hmm." She's watching him out of the corner of her eye, worried that he might find her... something. Too young? Too inexperienced? There might be an echo of cold words in her mind that makes her shiver. "Thank you. When's your birthday?"

It's not very sleek at all, his ship. Even to people familiar with the looks of all kinds of starships and knowing that the outside isn't always indicative of the inside ... it's still often accused of being a 'piece of junk'. Tonight, it's the shelter that's going to keep the two of them out of the rain. Which, they can board as soon as he gets the ramp down. That will only take a moment and the ship is providing a good deal of protection from the weather in just standing under it.

"You should grow Vweilu nuts." He murmurs, as he stabs the entry code into a panel built on one of the legs of the ship. "They're good. Used in a lot of dishes from my world and nice to snack on by themselves."

There's no perceptible reaction for her to pick up on, in terms of her status as a spring deity. He's not really the right man to say if she's doing a good or bad job. The question about his birthday, though? That does get a reaction. Surprise or possibly even stunned.

"I don't know exactly." Han says at last. "I have an idea of when my birth was submitted to the authorities. When it would be here? I'm not even sure because our galactic year is longer in days, but fewer in months than the ones I've seen people using here."

Once the ramp is lowered, Han will start heading up it. He figures Frea will get the hint right away, but in the off chance she doesn't, he'll pull gently on her hand.

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Frea would never call it a piece of junk. It's important to him, and that means it's important, period. And who is she to judge? She knows nothing about traveling in space, and almost nothing about machinery. It might be the most perfectly perfect starship ever built. She'll never know. If nothing else, it's an excellent shelter from the rain.

"Vweilu nuts." Nuts usually come from trees, and trees take a while to mature... but she'll try to come up with something, for him. "That's a fun word. Vweilu." Saying it makes her lips move in ways that make her look especially kissable.

The surprise is contagious--she doesn't understand why that's such a surprising question, so his reaction is mirrored in her expression. "Oh, that's tricky. Maybe just... pick a day in the same season? I think birthdays are more about celebrating a person than exact records anyway."

She doesn't need much coaxing to follow him inside. Once they're in and off the ramp she looks around, brushing some loose hair that's been plastered against her cheek behind her ear while she does. She shivers again before pressing up against him again. He might not be warm to the touch right now, but the contact's giving her some kind of comfort. "Maybe I just want an excuse to feed you cake. Do I need excuses for that?"

Neither of them are very warm at the moment. The jacket might have made her a little bit drier, but the truth is both of them are cold. He might not have been noticeably trembling because of it, but as she presses close, she'll probably feel him shivering as well.

"No, I don't think you need a reason to feed me cake if you really want to." Speaking of sweets, he's going to lean in for a little bit of a kiss. "The date I have was sometime in midsummer. It wasn't something that got celebrated when I was growing up."

She might not realize how closed off he tends to be, but he knows the way he usually acts. It probably says something about the way he feels about her that he's willing to offer these details.

Feeling him shiver makes her want to hold him more. Arms wrapped around him and hands rubbing his back might help warm him up, one way or another. Her kisses are more readily available and sweeter than cake.

"You deserve to be celebrated." She knows only the him he is with her. What it says that he tells her these things he won't tell others is, alas, lost on her; she'd love him better for knowing because she'd know him better. "I want to celebrate you."

And not just in the sexy ways he might think she means right now. But that's a good place to start. "But first, I think we should get out of these wet things and warm up."

She doesn't really need to be saying alien words to make him want to kiss her. Her lips always look inviting to him and the fact that she's been a willing recipient every time, makes him that much more inclined to lean in and offer one.

When it comes to being celebrated, he's not sure how he feels about that. He spent a lot of years trying to raise himself up against people trying to hold him down that his ideas of celebrating are different than a lot of peoples. They'd ... have to be.

"I'm gonna take a wild guess and figure that we missed yours. Was it the first day of spring?"

She's right about clothes. It gets him thinking about what all of that should entail and it allows him to linger in her arms for a few moments. He'll get moving in just a second. He's just a little puzzled on one thing that may or may not be all that important to her.

"What do you think about the ramp? Keeping it down is gonna let some light and fresh air in, but the cabin is on the other side of the ship."

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She's pretty sure she can get him to kiss her without saying anything--a little gesture or the right look can be so telling, after all--but that doesn't change the fact that it's a fun word. Or that she likes kissing him. Every kiss offered will be happily accepted.

Her idea of celebrating involves food, music, and cake. (Cake is required. Any party without cake is just a meeting.) What kinds of food and music, and where they're found, isn't something she has strict rules about. However unusual his idea of celebrating may be, she'd like to think they could make it work. He's worth the effort.

"Mm-hmm. You only missed it this year," she points out. "There'll be a first day of spring next year, too."

Holding and being held is good. They can enjoy the togetherness for as long as he can stand. It gives her a chance to consider how best to word her answer. "Can we leave it down? I find enclosed places uncomfortable after a while."

Music, food and cake, huh? That's a lot of 'to do' made about something he's never really celebrated before. To tell the truth, in the last few years he'd sort of stopped paying attention to the day entirely. (It's in the sixth month, right? Or was it the fifth? He has it on a data pad somewhere ...) Occasions Han celebrated were more in the spirit of significant one time events such as paying off a loan or making a particularly fast run in his ship. And usually the extent of it was drink till you didn't want to anymore and sleep for a long time the next day

"That's true." A ray of sunshine, this one. "I think I'm free for that."

There was something nice about the idea they might be close on an annual basis, though. A couple of months with someone before separate ways were went, that's how it seemed to exclusively go when Han was with somebody. Maybe they could make it a whole year. Or several. Wouldn't that be something ...

With that detail, the decision is made very easy. The ramp stays down. It's an easy thing to accommodate and between the two of them, anyone crazy enough to try to entrude is going to have their hands full with them. "Okay." He murmurs, pressing a kiss into her cheek before he starts to nudge her in the direction the next logical destination; the area where getting out of wet clothes makes the most amount of sense, the cabin. "Will you promise me you'll let me know if you start feeling bad?"

He's worth a whole lot of 'to do'. He's worth all that and balloons. Confetti, too, if he's good. Or something different, if he'd prefer--a celebration should be something he'll enjoy. She could show up with a bottle of good whisky, something lacy, and no place to be in the morning.

A ray of sunshine she is indeed. Just look at how the idea he'll be there next year lights her up. "That'd be nice."

They both have parts of their lives the other can't really be involved in. It's sad, but it's something they have to accept. Being able to part when necessary and come together again when they can might be as close to a stable relationship as either of them can manage. It'd be quite a thing if they could pull it off.

She never doubted he'd accommodate her as much as possible, but she's still pleased when he does. The kiss on her cheek is sweet on sweet, like frosting. The best part. She's nudged but she's not sure where they're going. He can guide her. "I promise," she answers solemnly before giving him another grin. "Should I also tell you when I start feeling good?"

The latter seems more like Han's idea of a celebration. On the other hand, he's not very well versed in what's supposed to go on at a birthday. The fact that it should be tailored to his tastes hasn't even occurred to him. What he's banking on is, if she sets up something - whatever it might be - and she spends a few hours making him smile the way she always seems to, it will end up being a good birthday.

Something about absence and heart fondness. There's an elegant way to put it, he's sure, he just doesn't know exactly how it goes. What he does know is you can't make someone miss you if you're never apart. That seems like sound logic to a galaxy crossing vagabond, anyway.

His nudge gets them both moving and it's fine if she doesn't feel comfortable leading, but there's no worry she might get lost. His ship ain't as big as it seems - though it can haul quite a bit of cargo if you pack it well. ~~Widthwise, it's about the size of two x-wings sitting side by side.~~ With everything laid out in a circle fashion, all you need to do is stick toward the center till you find what you're looking for.

"I feel like the two of us have felt good together enough that we've pretty well learned the signs of that."

The only area with bunks in it is the quarters, so it's not especially hard to find with no door closures on his light-freighter. As soon as they get to them, he's wiggling out of his wet shirt and hanging it up in the shower to dry off some.

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They haven't had any trouble celebrating so far, if his idea of celebrating is spending time letting her make him smile. That sounds like a party to her, too. Even without cake.

She misses him when they're apart already. Will their hearts grow fonder when separated by months and seasons and galaxies, or forgetful? If she were the kind to admit to the fear she'd have to admit she's afraid it's the latter. That he'll go home and live his life and she'll be nothing but a pleasant memory.

She doesn't want that, but she can't see a way of guaranteeing anything else.

It's unlikely she'll get lost in his ship, this is true, and she's glad of that. The layout is logical and efficient, both things she can appreciate. Maybe later he can give her a tour and explain what everything is.

"Mm, true." Her eyes trail down his body in search of his signs before she turns a mischievous smile on him again. "You wanna come over here and help me? I might not know how to take your jacket off right."

((I just like putting these two together, okay? It's your fault for making her a good character and you being a good player.))

Han has always been the kind of man who is strongly attracted to women who aren't very much like him on the surface. Like a magnet, he seems drawn in by the very fact that she's so different. He might not know her well, but he knows enough to see that she cares about what she does. That she cares about others. She has her ideas about what's important and they don't seem to be the same as his.

It worries him how much he cares for her. The way he thinks about her when she's not around. These feelings are familiar. He's trying to just enjoy them, but on some level they're worrying. He feels like he's been on this road and wasn't all that fond of the way it turned out.

That's why the appreciative glance over his half naked and wet form is a very welcome distraction from the thoughts he's been thinking of. He's not telegraphing his lust as plainly as he might have been in other moments - wet and cold aren't a very good combination for some very vital parts of his - but he has no doubt she'll provide him suitable inspiration. And warmth.

"Hold that thought, sweetheart."

By now she's noticed where he 'lives' on the starship is a very small place. There is just barely enough room for the three double bunks he's pushed up against each wall and the small areas to wash up in. It's very spartan. She might appreciate the simplicity of it perhaps, but for someone whose domain is all of nature ... probably not the crampedness.

What Han is doing now is pulling all the mattresses off the metal frames and laying them out on the floor of the cabin side by side. More space than what they'd have trying to squeeze into one of the twin XL's this way. Also, there's now a big pile of blankets that he's collected from the community of mattresses he's laid out.

Let no one say Captain Solo isn't a man of ideas.

[I know, it's terrible and you should never ever forgive me. :P]

Frea is a woman who cares deeply and can only hope Han enjoys being one of the things for which she cares. She's duty driven, yes, but not overly serious. She can have fun, and intends to do so any time the opportunity presents itself. Some of the things that are important to the both are very different, but they may find they have more in common than they realize. It'll take time and open minds and a willingness to talk about things, but they can learn.

He's not the only one who's a little scared of these new feelings. She knew, she thought she understood, how intensely she'd feel things. Nothing prepared her for this. It's scary, wanting to be with one person so much. (Not that the impulse to put down roots is so far outside her demesne.)

His half-naked self is a wonderful distraction from all kinds of things, but it does highlight the tight ache she's starting to feel. It's a surprisingly warming view, if the faint but rising color in her cheeks is any indication. "Mm-hmm." Waiting patiently is one of those things everyone, even goddesses, have to do sometimes. And it's not like watching him work ruins the view.

She's trying to think of the space as 'cozy'. It's simple, and yes, she generally approves of spartan arrangements. Small, but she can live with that. The tiny bunks... not her idea of a good time, or a place for one. The building of a blanket nest on the floor, though? That has her smiling. She thinks (possibly wrongly) that he remembers her fondness for them, and that's a very sweet thing. When he's done redecorating she wraps her arms around him from behind and kisses the back of his shoulder. "Thank you."

He wishes he could claim that he'd thought of making a 'nest' for her. He does try to keep in mind that she has an important and significant connection to nature - hence his offer to keep the ramp down - but the significance of his little improvisation was missed. He's just happy that she seems pleased with his arrangement and he'll make note to do it this way the next time too.

"Of course." He murmurs. "Anything for you."

Within reason, but the words were said with far more earnestly than he remembers using at any point before. For some reason, he trusts her more than others not to ask things of him he wouldn't be likely to grant.

Han turns around to her and offers her a bit of a mischievous smile. "Now." He says, with mock graveness adopted for his tone. "About this jacket." It's an invitation to disrobe her and there's really no good reason to rush through that at the moment. They've got an entire Millenium Falcon to themselves and plenty of time alone.

If the leather garment needs to be unzipped, he'll do that first, of course. If not, he'll go right into slowly easing it off her shoulders till it's hangs off her at the elbow height. Is she ready to be turned? Well, it doesn't really matter, because he's holding up her hand and turning her away from him. Easier for her to shrug the baggy jacket off and him to catch it this way.

And there's a nice view back there besides.

He can take the credit, she'll never know unless he tells her. Whether it was accidental or on purpose, she's pleased with the outcome and is willing to praise him for it. Isn't that the important part?

"Anything?" She giggles softly, laying her cheek against his back for the moment before he turns to face her. It does feel good to hold him, just to be close to him. "I'll try not to abuse the offer."

Her hold is loose enough for him to turn easily. His smile is mirrored for a moment, before she tries to look as mock-serious as he sounds. "Yes. It's a good jacket. I'd hate to ruin it somehow."

She arches while he's unzipping the jacket, just a little; just enough to make it more likely his hand will brush against her in the ways and places she wants. The roll of her shoulders isn't just meant to help ease the jacket off, either. There might not be a need to rush, but there's no reason not to have a little fun flirting.

After the jacket's off she'll give him a chance to enjoy the view while she takes off her flower crown and sets it on one of the now empty bunks. If his eyes lift that far, he might notice how the rain freed several long strands of her hair which is curling up as it dries. It's soon joined by the rest when she pulls out the few pins and ribbon that was holding it back.

Yes. It is the important part. He'll happily collect the unconscious victories and cherish them as much as he would the conscious ones. Nor will he feel any guilt for doing so. Moreover, if it's up to him there will be lots of holding and closeness going on throughout the evening. Her holding him. Him holding her. So long as his got her near, he'll be feeling good. They haven't let each other down in that regard.

She's so sweet and playful most of the time, that he has to wonder if she even knows how radiant she is. Then there are the moments, like now, when she seems to know just the right way to move to draw his eye. The crown? He's got no clue where it went after she took it off, but they're of like mind when it comes to putting things aside because that's exactly the same place where he put his jacket.

His hands settle on her waist. For a few moments. Just for the sake of keeping them on her. She didn't ask for help removing her top, but there go his hands under the hem of her shirt. Helping. Being all helpful.

There's no good reason to feel guilty about enjoying success, and she wouldn't want him to. He's good and kind to her and welcome to cherish every part of their time together. Holding and being held is on her agenda, too. She hopes to never let him down.

There are things she knows and things she's aware of knowing. Sweet and playful is fun and fine in most situations. Sometimes, something more is more appropriate, and she'd never want him to think she's not appropriate. Except, of course, when it's most appropriate to be inappropriate. Mostly, the takeaway from this rambling is, she wants his attention and is willing to put in more effort to keep it.

When his hands rest at her waist, she takes is as an invitation to lean back against him. There's no faking the sheer pleasure in her expression when her head turns and her cheek presses against his skin. She is so wonderfully happy with him. His fingers working under the hem of her shirt is just a little tickly, and she bites her lip to contain the giggles. There's no argument; quite the opposite: she lifts her arms so he can pull the shirt up and off without resistance.

She is so clearly happy; from the crown of her head to the soles of her feet. Practically glowing, in fact. He wishes he could stop time long enough to figure out all the steps that it would take to continue to make her this contented. Then all he would have to do is follow them, right? There are a lot of things he'd be willing to do to continue to bask in her brightness.

"Better take off the skirt too. Just to be safe."

Safe. You know. From its dampness. Or something. He's hoping she's not going to challenge him on that line because he doesn't really have much in the way of a rationale. He's happy too and it's manifesting in the form of him saying whatever.

He doesn't immediately go for trying to push off her skirt. He's taken off enough clothes in his day to know that it might be cinched in some manner. And unless this is some sort of very intricate closure, it's reasonable to assume he can help it off.

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Seems appropriate: https://youtu.be/D1ZYhVpdXbQ

I saw Clockwork Orange so many times before I actually saw Singin ...

I had to watch CO for a film class. Ugh.

Not a fan, eh?

It's very triggering.

Oh, yes. I can see that it would be. Sorry that you were made to watch it. :/

Thanks. The philosophical questions are interesting to me, but I'd prefer them without the violence.

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This song is so relevant rn https://youtu.be/QJO3ROT-A4E

It's a tall order to get Han to happiness level: boyband.