[ Risky, yes, but he's gotten to know the neighbours in the complex and on the floor and has already made headway in forging some bonds with how handy he is. And besides with how quickly she made it upstairs means that the door wouldn't be unlocked for long.
Seemingly unaware of the effect the sliver of skin she'd seen has on her he nods to her in greeting. ]
In LA?
[ He makes his way behind her, locking the door behind her.
As she looks around she'll notice that it's relatively sparse perhaps because the two men that live here are minimalist to a fault. ]
[ She glances to the walls, like he might've (for some reason) put her sweet trinket up. It's barren, much like the rest of the living area, only the bare minimum furniture present. Lottie doesn't assume it's because he and him roommate are minimalists — no, she thinks it's because deep down they're boys.
(The first priority being fixing the pipes and not painting the walls? Crazy!! She could never relate..) ]
What's on the list? You said pipes, right??
[ Kitchen pipes, maybe? Cassian could be the type to like his sweets cold... ]
[ Honestly it sounds like something that he would expect from someone who's a model. The differences between the lives they led on their own respective planets is once again made obvious to him overlapping in his mind's eyes about how she would have probably fit right into the glittering upper levels of the city far away from its Underworld.
If he were home in his own galaxy, he probably wouldn't be anywhere near Courscant unless it was absolutely necessary. But regardless of wherever he might have taken up residence, the result would probably have been mostly the same. A clean, somewhat minimalist place where he was ready to run at a moment's notice.
But that doesn't mean he doesn't not leave a bit of a mess. Mail - and Candygrams - probably would have been left on the kitchen counter or the coffee table they'd picked off the side of the road in front of the small little TV. But all that sits on the latter is his blaster. Strange. ]
Pipes, tiles in the bathroom, paint. [ He motions above as the light flickers. ] Wiring for the lights. Why? [ The corner of his mouth quirks. ] Want to help?
[ A clean, minimalist space— too clean, she comes to realize as she's eyeing up his home. Save for that blaster of his.. Strange. Also, weird, Cassian having his weapon out in the open like that? All.. Foreboding and tacky? She stares, thinks of things long past and flames when he starts moving. Naturally, she follows with her eyes, almost starts with her body once he mentions lights (maybe she wants to flick the switch, herself?). But she ceremoniously stops when his lips quirk up.
Ughhhhh. Boys!! ]
You wish.
[ Can't a girl with no interest in home renovations ask her friend about all the things he's doing to this place with no ulterior motive (when she has one)?! ]
[ He shrugs casually at the retort as if to say, she's probably right. ]
Just checking. You're asking a lot of questions.
[ Lottie, he's spent too much time with you to know that she wouldn't be asking these questions for no reason at all. But because he's spent so much time with her, it's easier to sometimes leave them unanswered and let them run their natural course.
Now that he's fully dressed he wanders back over to the somewhat tided up kitchen. ]
[ Oh— fuck. Should she ask less? Wait, no. Think quieter. She laughs, the same practiced one she gives when she's unsure how to navigate a situation other than to look pretty and not say too much. Because if she explained why she was asking so much it'd be embarrassing, and cringe. ]
Sureee.. You have any water?
[ She follows after him, leans over a few inches away from the blaster. Her eyes dart down to stare at the gritty details of it, semi-curious, semi-finding a reason to not look Cassian in his eyes because he knows her. He can tell her tells. ]
[ Their time together has meant that he's learned to understand the types of laughs she has. The one where she hasn't found something funny in the least but feels like she has to put on pretenses. The laugh when she thought something was genuinely funny. The laugh where she doesn't quite know how else to react but needs something to fill the space - which is exactly the one that she gives him.
It makes him think that something else is going on. Something that ties back to the whole reason that she had called him in the first place. ]
Good thing you waited til after I fixed the pipes then.
[ The filled water glass is handed over to her and in turn he leans back against the counter to regard her, arms folded across his chest. There's a pause before he nods towards the blaster that she's not so subtly looking at. ]
It changed after I drove through a diffusion zone.
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Seemingly unaware of the effect the sliver of skin she'd seen has on her he nods to her in greeting. ]
In LA?
[ He makes his way behind her, locking the door behind her.
As she looks around she'll notice that it's relatively sparse perhaps because the two men that live here are minimalist to a fault. ]
We're happy with it. It's a project.
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[ She glances to the walls, like he might've (for some reason) put her sweet trinket up. It's barren, much like the rest of the living area, only the bare minimum furniture present. Lottie doesn't assume it's because he and him roommate are minimalists — no, she thinks it's because deep down they're boys.
(The first priority being fixing the pipes and not painting the walls? Crazy!! She could never relate..) ]
What's on the list? You said pipes, right??
[ Kitchen pipes, maybe? Cassian could be the type to like his sweets cold... ]
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If he were home in his own galaxy, he probably wouldn't be anywhere near Courscant unless it was absolutely necessary. But regardless of wherever he might have taken up residence, the result would probably have been mostly the same. A clean, somewhat minimalist place where he was ready to run at a moment's notice.
But that doesn't mean he doesn't not leave a bit of a mess. Mail - and Candygrams - probably would have been left on the kitchen counter or the coffee table they'd picked off the side of the road in front of the small little TV. But all that sits on the latter is his blaster. Strange. ]
Pipes, tiles in the bathroom, paint. [ He motions above as the light flickers. ] Wiring for the lights. Why? [ The corner of his mouth quirks. ] Want to help?
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Ughhhhh. Boys!! ]
You wish.
[ Can't a girl with no interest in home renovations ask her friend about all the things he's doing to this place with no ulterior motive (when she has one)?! ]
I'm too pricey for you to book!
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Just checking. You're asking a lot of questions.
[ Lottie, he's spent too much time with you to know that she wouldn't be asking these questions for no reason at all. But because he's spent so much time with her, it's easier to sometimes leave them unanswered and let them run their natural course.
Now that he's fully dressed he wanders back over to the somewhat tided up kitchen. ]
Want something to drink?
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Sureee.. You have any water?
[ She follows after him, leans over a few inches away from the blaster. Her eyes dart down to stare at the gritty details of it, semi-curious, semi-finding a reason to not look Cassian in his eyes because he knows her. He can tell her tells. ]
I'm like, so parched.
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It makes him think that something else is going on. Something that ties back to the whole reason that she had called him in the first place. ]
Good thing you waited til after I fixed the pipes then.
[ The filled water glass is handed over to her and in turn he leans back against the counter to regard her, arms folded across his chest. There's a pause before he nods towards the blaster that she's not so subtly looking at. ]
It changed after I drove through a diffusion zone.