‘solo!’ voice echoing between star ships, clear as the night sky. powerful when she needs, gentle when she’s weary ( don’t mistake the darkness beneath her eyes for anything beyond slight sleep deprivation ). ‘i need you for a minute.’
Calloused hands worked quickly, brows knit in concentration as sweat dripped down his forehead. As usual, the Falcon was as stubborn as she was beautiful. When she didn’t want to run, the force itself wouldn’t make her do it. Well, it probably could, but that would ruin his metaphor. That voice; he cringed. A sigh parting his lips, the smuggler slowly stood, brow aching at her question. “OF COURSE ya do. Everyone alwaysneeds me for somethin’.” He grumbled, wiping greased hands on the hem of jeans. “Well ?? Ya HOLLERED. Whaddya want ??”
