Cassian wasn’t sure which he disliked the most -- performance attire, or dress attire ; trying to sort out his tie in the mirror as he watched Jyn over his shoulder in the corner of his eye. Both were extremely uncomfortable -- and, if Cassian truly had his say about anything, he would skate in nothing but sweatpants and a tee shirt. ( Bodhi had nearly had a heart attack when he told him that -- but Cassian was well aware that it was just a fool’s hope. ) He lets out a soft noise, huffing and deciding that the tie looked good enough before turning over his shoulder to face Jyn where she was finishing up getting ready -- looking to his phone for a fleeting moment on the dresser before back to her, “Bodhi says the Uber will be here in about an hour,” he tells her, taking the phone and then merely tucking it into his jacket pocket.
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