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[majorinyri]

Inyri's in an armchair, a cup of caf in her hand as she stares out the observation window.

She's specifically here because the living room hates her and turned into a bar, but she's not REALLY complaining.

(Yet).

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[i_love_kettch]

Now she has a Wes leaning on the arm of her chair.

He doesn't say anything; just peers out of the window as if trying to see what she's looking at. Perhaps there's a bantha out there.

[majorinyri]

Her hand goes to his leg and she keeps staring out at the stars before setting the cup of caf down on the table.

"Hey."

[i_love_kettch]

"Hey," he replies with a grin, watching her now instead of the window. "Living room bar?"

[majorinyri]

"Better than 'fresher bar." She nods, looking up at him. "You alright?"

She shifts slightly.