#icajin

[icaqian-blog]

"We just wait here for a search party. We have enough rations for a week and there's just enough power to keep the temperature control systems functioning."

“i’m not waiting to be found by a navy search party,” qian scoffs, eyes narrowed into a slight glare. her hands fingered the outline of the compact pack of tools in her bag, but her instincts refrained her from attempting to pry the mechanics of the door open. (she wouldn’t turn her back against him, not even if he’d said she’s wanted alive.) “i’m more likely to survive the storm outside than to remain here with you.”

[icaclio-blog]

"When we make planetfall I just want to go into the nearest bar and get a good drink."

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Clio is not sure how to deal with a Captain of the Imperial Navy, specially one that seems to just want to get drunk. Sure, she’s travelled the universe and met several servers of the Empire and, for the most part, she’s not too fond of them. She may not be part of the rumoured Rebel Alliance, but she sure as hell does not like the Empire, and that’s not about to change.

She raises her eyebrows at the other, lips pursing slightly, but that only lasts for a second before her features turn into a playful smirk. “I didn’t know captains were allowed to drink. Or are you by any chance defying the Empire?” She might get in trouble for even just playfully alluding at some kind of rebellion, but what’s life without a bit of risk?

[icaltair-blog]

“you’d think that all the recent advancement in technology would finally grant you the ability to visit me sooner but no, you obviously love to make me wait, don’t you captain?” 

the pen in his hand stills as the heir finally looks up at the man currently standing in his office. a moment of silence fills the room before altair stands, buttons his suit and then proceeds to close the distance between them by running rather unceremoniously at full speed until jinan is left with no choice but to catch the blunt of his weight by carrying him. 

[ @icajin ] 

[icaqian-blog]

icajin:

"hypothetically speaking, if you /did/ text, what would your number be? i'm asking for a friend."

qian squints at the man suspiciously, finding that the blond locks peeking from beneath his hat vaguely familiar. “but... you don’t seem the type to have friends?”

[icaqian-blog]

"Oh, you know, texting. It's what the kids do these days instead of going to dinosaur races."

“i don’t blame them. i’d text, too. it’s probably a lot more entertaining than watching old fossils like you run about.”