[ alex walks straight up to the counter cassian is standing at and leans in with a smile that almost certainly spells trouble, equal parts reckless and endearing (particularly in light of the yellowed bruise spread across one cheek). it's a smile anyone close enough to alex to push past the initial veneer of muted politeness will be quite familiar with, and cassian is one of those lucky individuals.
(at least, according to those pesky implanted memories, which are harder to ignore than alex would like to admit.)
he holds out one hand between the two of them, messily wrapped in bandages along the fingertips and wiggles them a little. ] Can you help me with these? They're getting in the way of my writing.
go ask alice
(at least, according to those pesky implanted memories, which are harder to ignore than alex would like to admit.)
he holds out one hand between the two of them, messily wrapped in bandages along the fingertips and wiggles them a little. ] Can you help me with these? They're getting in the way of my writing.