[ the invisible scars war leaves behind. larry won't look at her askance the morning after a nightmare probably. she has had a fair few after antarctica. ]
[ he hadn't realised that food would be included in this offer, too. maybe he should have, but it still catches him off guard, has him open and close his mouth once, twice. ]
it needn't be every night but cassian tends to make too much food for just the two of them already, too used to cooking for four maybe, for the various strays that jyn brings home. ]
He likes to cook.
[ for not the first time, jyn sets off walking, trusting larry and his long legs will follow and easily catch up. ]
Or you can take over my cooking nights. I just get take away usually.
[ she shrugs, easy and unashamed of her lack of ability in the kitchen. she can make toasted cheese and brownies but cooking is too... variable. "add salt to taste" infuriates her, she wants exact measurements, like a chemistry experiment. ]
[ and then whether he joins cassian sometimes or not can be up to cassian. that seems like a good solution. some way that larry can repay this, even if it'll never be enough. ]
[ walk walk walk, jyn still isn't the type of person who finds it necessary to fill silences with idly chatter but the walk isn't incredibly far before they reach the financial district. ]
I stole it, the apartment.
[ in case he starts to wonder how this gremlin can afford to live in all these opulent highrises. ]
There was this weird collective lucid dream, back when we first arrived. The city just like this but with monsters... [ so that was familiar at least ]
Daisy and I were hungry so we broke into someone's house and raided their pantry and I carved our names on the door. We wanted to see if anything we did actually meant something. [ they were just going to go back as see if the marks were still there! instead, ] When we woke up our names were on the lease.
[ oh. jyn's expression stutters. she was so caught up in the story of their grand caper she forgot for a brief, blissful moment, that the whole reason she had invited larry to stay with them was that daisy had vanished. ]
A friend. [ a puff of air like a sigh. friend doesn't cover it but she can't seem to form any other word. ] She's gone now.
[ her shoulders lift a shrug, as if she can brush it off. just going to shove it all under the bed with the rest of her familial abandonment issues and pretend it never happened. this is a tried and true (and stupid) coping mechanism. ]
Thanks. Promise I'm not always shit company. I'm very good at klaverjas.
Edited (jk i know what city they're in) 2020-08-25 05:23 (UTC)
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Are you sure?
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It's honestly too big for us, we could invite half the Displaced but I don't like them
[ #honesty ]
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how can she? how can they? ]
But you're all right with me in your space?
[ the other displaced are —gorgeous, bright, more pleasant on the whole than he is. (larry's perspective may be skewed.) ]
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You get it
[ the invisible scars war leaves behind. larry won't look at her askance the morning after a nightmare probably. she has had a fair few after antarctica. ]
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that actually makes sense. that's something he can grasp. ]
Then
Thank you.
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[ her inability to accept gratitude strikes again ]
I can meet you somewhere
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[ a moment later: location ping. ]
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[ a couple seconds of math later: ]
10 minutes my train is running late.
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Hey. Cassian is making fish, do you like fish?
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Sure. Yeah. Fish is nice.
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[ that satisfies her.
it needn't be every night but cassian tends to make too much food for just the two of them already, too used to cooking for four maybe, for the various strays that jyn brings home. ]
He likes to cook.
[ for not the first time, jyn sets off walking, trusting larry and his long legs will follow and easily catch up. ]
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[ there's an offer in there, maybe: to cook for her and cassian, to do something to repay them the kindness of taking him in.
but if cassian likes to cook, maybe he shouldn't impose. ]
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Maybe you can cook together?
[ shoves friendship at cassian. ]
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after a beat: ]
If he'd like.
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[ she shrugs, easy and unashamed of her lack of ability in the kitchen. she can make toasted cheese and brownies but cooking is too... variable. "add salt to taste" infuriates her, she wants exact measurements, like a chemistry experiment. ]
Whatever you lot want.
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[ and then whether he joins cassian sometimes or not can be up to cassian. that seems like a good solution. some way that larry can repay this, even if it'll never be enough. ]
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I stole it, the apartment.
[ in case he starts to wonder how this gremlin can afford to live in all these opulent highrises. ]
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How?
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Daisy and I were hungry so we broke into someone's house and raided their pantry and I carved our names on the door. We wanted to see if anything we did actually meant something. [ they were just going to go back as see if the marks were still there! instead, ] When we woke up our names were on the lease.
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[ that's a nice name. ]
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A friend. [ a puff of air like a sigh. friend doesn't cover it but she can't seem to form any other word. ] She's gone now.
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I'm sorry.
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Thanks. Promise I'm not always shit company. I'm very good at klaverjas.
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[ larry has no idea what that is, oops. but he definitely understands that particular coping mechanism. has used it more than once himself. ]
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