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

Comments

[norepeatspells]

[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.]

[illjustdieagain]

[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.

[norepeatspells]

[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.]

[illjustdieagain]

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

Are you running a shelter for the homeless?