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       &             ❛    ya sweet talkin’ me Solo ? I don’t give a SHIT ‘bout yer job nor yer credits as long ya don’t steal mine ! ❜ a candied smile lilts maroon hued brims upwards, revealing porcelain canines beneath, breath ghosting over his face as he nearly crosses gap betwixt them. alabaster appendages walk up his arm —– tap tap tap —– ere coming to a halt ‘gainst tanned skin of neck. ❛ ya gotta be reeaaal careful here or ya might jus’ find out that I BITE ! ha ha ! ❜  ‘tis with abruptness she pulls back ; contemplating whether to give him the cold-shoulder or not. it certainly does SOUND appealing , just for the FUN of it , howbeit she decides against it. 

❛ so I have sometin’ to look at ? swee'heart, I think ya mean ’t reverse ! but fine ! ya can come , but we better  take the falcon then ! ❜

                         “Good     /     we gotta deal, blondie !! Our hands only touch what belongs t’us.” Orbs follow her hands, skin alight with each feathered stroke. The scars staining his arms shine in the dim light ; wounds of the damned ——— a life that had chocked out f a t e . The smuggler pulled back slightly, making a show of his hand brushing through sandy locks. HE WAS A MAN WHO HAD NO FEAR, one who’d never pull back. “&& Who’s says I don’t mind a nip or two ??” Brows waggle in confided jest, a flash of white. “Just know if it doesn’t leave a mark, it don’t count.” An added wink, he nods Chewie over, the furry brute gathering their things instantly ( the two rarely needed words).

          “As if we’d take anything else !!” T R U S T  was hard to build, but the Falcon had his the moment he saw her. “Ya fly with me once, you’ll never want another pilot again.” A haughty smirk, he nudges her shoulder before sauntering in —— the air old, full of stories     /      battles WON. “Take a look at her while ya can catch her, she’s a beaut of a thing, ain’t she ?!?!”