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I can’t un-f*ck it up; you, probably, can’t un-f*ck it up
Who: Cassian and Poe
Where: Casa de Murder Ice Cream
When: RIGHT AFTER THAT NIFTY ANNOUNCEMENT ON THE NETWORK
What: What the f*ck, basically.
Warnings: None at the moment.
[Closed]
Poe is on the phone in the living room. Cassian is on the phone in the kitchen. Poe knows Cassian is on the phone in the kitchen because when they both hear a thousand years, Poe also hears a glass break.
Much of the rest of what this doctor says washes over him in a haze. He'll have to go back and read the report, he thinks, get the facts straight before--
Before what?
He keeps cycling back around to a thousand years, cryo for a thousand years on this dirtball planet for a thousand years never even seen it on a map.
Ah. The doctor has stopped talking. Poe sets the phone in its cradle and slides to his feet, walking into the kitchen.
"Please tell me you didn't... that they didn't say...." He can't even finish the sentence. The look on Cassian's face tells him that yes, they did say.
Where: Casa de Murder Ice Cream
When: RIGHT AFTER THAT NIFTY ANNOUNCEMENT ON THE NETWORK
What: What the f*ck, basically.
Warnings: None at the moment.
[Closed]
Poe is on the phone in the living room. Cassian is on the phone in the kitchen. Poe knows Cassian is on the phone in the kitchen because when they both hear a thousand years, Poe also hears a glass break.
Much of the rest of what this doctor says washes over him in a haze. He'll have to go back and read the report, he thinks, get the facts straight before--
Before what?
He keeps cycling back around to a thousand years, cryo for a thousand years on this dirtball planet for a thousand years never even seen it on a map.
Ah. The doctor has stopped talking. Poe sets the phone in its cradle and slides to his feet, walking into the kitchen.
"Please tell me you didn't... that they didn't say...." He can't even finish the sentence. The look on Cassian's face tells him that yes, they did say.
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He's tired, and this is all insane, and he's not sure that there's much to be had in evaluating their situation any closer than that right now.
Instead he doesn't look at Poe but looks at his own hands (steady - will they ever not be?) as he pours clear alcohol into each cup and hands one over to Poe.