[jyn's already made enough mistakes in the past five standard minutes, so she takes great care to ensure that taking her eyes off of him isn't one she adds to the list. his face is hard to read, she thinks — until it isn't. until the amusement in his eyes is clear and present, and she's watching only that.
he's about two seconds from laughing at her, isn't he?
fuck him and the tauntaun he rode in on.
they're standing close now, with only centimeters between them, really, and while he has some height on her (not an unusual instance in her life), she rises up on her toes to compensate for some of it, to get in his face a little. there's nothing fucking funny in her expression now, or in her voice, when she says,]
You first.
[that'll get that self-righteous son of a bantha, because he's probably never shared anything in his fucking life.]
exactly, being snippy means you're making friendship bracelets 😌
he's about two seconds from laughing at her, isn't he?
fuck him and the tauntaun he rode in on.
they're standing close now, with only centimeters between them, really, and while he has some height on her (not an unusual instance in her life), she rises up on her toes to compensate for some of it, to get in his face a little. there's nothing fucking funny in her expression now, or in her voice, when she says,]
You first.
[that'll get that self-righteous son of a bantha, because he's probably never shared anything in his fucking life.]