don't know where the hell i'm going but i'm going after you

[illjustdieagain]

Characters: Nathan Young and Nico Minoru
Location: Idk Nico's place
Planet: Coruscant
When: The night before the army ships out
What: Getting in one last shag before they go off to die :')
Rating: xxxxxxxx

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[Nico may not be fighting with the Avengers, but she is fighting- somehow. Likely with Buffy, because, at this point, Buffy's the only person she knows that's young enough to still be considered trusting. That's not what bothers her. What bothers her is the fact that there is a war, that she feels compelled to fight, that her friends are somewhere else and could be dead or dying, that this fucking droid that has soulbonded to her on the astral plane ever since she repaired it does not know how to sew.]

At least the fact that you suck at this means I can't be accused of running a droid sweatshop. [She stares at the mess of stitches on her... IDK battle garment and then drops it when she hears the knock.] Were you expecting anyone? [The droid beeps in reply.] That's what I thought. [Paranoid as anything, she grabs the... Star Wars equivelent to scissors off the table and moves towards the door, because clearly this is not shag time- this is "people may try to kidnap me" time. She hits the button to open the door and....

...R U SRS.]

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[He jumps back from the door because apparently NICO IS PLANNING TO SHANK HIM.]

Easy, easy! I dropped by to see how you were. [He waves the bottle.] And offer a drink.

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[She lowers the weapon] Fine for a concussed chick. Like I needed further proof I'm in over my head. [She debates throwing him out, but it's the kind of cheesy man-thing Chase would have done and while that is a level of painful she doesn't want... She also hates being alone.

So love the ones you're with... Not that there's any plans for love or... Dammit.

She steps back.] Welcome to the lair, I guess. [Which is not very lair-y and more like Salvation Army threw up. She has a lot of time on her hands- ergo, make clothes. Amidala, eat your heart out.]

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[He walks in and makes commentary in his usual tactless way.]

Are you running a shelter for the homeless?

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I don't look good in Jedi robes. [Glaaaaare. She shoos her droid away to clear off a place on her table. It obeys and if it had eyes, it would be giving Nathan THE LOOK OF DEATH. You have foul intentions with the Mistress. Shuuuuun. Of course, the only weapon it has is a sewing needle, so it's not very intimidating.] Does that work on anyone? [Yeah, you're about as subtle as a brick wall. She's shocked he didn't just walk in and say 'can has shags nao?'

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[That is exactly what Nathan would do if he weren't being so damn debonair. It's okay, she gets it. She ~~gets him~~.] Only if I get them drunk first.

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[Deadpan] Sexual Predator Come-On #56. Nice choice. [And yet, underneath her... Stoic Gothy Asian veneer, she's almost smirking. Okay, so he's skeezy and she'd hate herself if she even thought about it. He... Had some good qualities. He was cute.

...Stop, Nico. Just stop. That road is being torn up and turned into a bypass that leads out of Bad Slutty Life Choices Town.]

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[He comes closer, holding out the bottle for her to take whenever she decides to put down the scissors and not stab him after all.]

Does that mean it's working? [This is going like 500 percent better than expected awww yeah.]

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[She considers him for a moment and then puts the scissors down and takes the bottle from him... In a manly fashion.] Don't get smug.

[That's a... Probably.]