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{ &. __ POE DAMERON. CONT. FROM ( X ) @happybeepsbuddy

IT certainly wasn’t the first time that Nomi has had these late night talks with Poe, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. If anything, the Resistance tactics needed constant care and adaptation to remain ahead of the First Order. After all, rebel pilots far too often prided themselves with their trademarks of technique, wit, and the element of surprise when pulling off the impossible.

❝ Sure. ❞ Nomi scoots over next to the other, rubbing her temples slightly as she shifts her attention to the flight plans. ❝ It might be that the formation is too difficult to maintain. ❞ She breaks the silence after studying it for some time. ❝ If the pilots can’t handle it, then we shouldn’t force them into that situation. Especially since we’re limited on the number of pilots that we have. ❞ She smiled, placing a hand on Poe’s shoulder.

❝ We can’t win’em all, Commander. ❞

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‘ how long have you been standing there? ’

Montparnasse had not expected to be caught. Her voice cut through his thoughts where he stood in idle daydreams rendering him unfocused for just a moment before he recovered his composure.

His tophat was damp when he removed it in greeting. The youth bowed his head slightly, licking his lips. Alongside the motion, a smile crept itself onto his face, softening his features as if to make him appear less threatening- easening the blow from possibly scaring her off. The youth wore the smile on his face more like a mask, a tool to keep up appearances, pleasantries that may gain him favour towards strangers-entryways to where he was not usually welcomed. A ticket to get where he wanted- to get what he wanted.

"I apologize if I frightened you.. - it was far from my intention. Will you please forgive my rudeness?"

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don't say a word.

"About what, exactly?"

A sly smirk appeared on the youth's face, visibly considering his options. His eyes were trained on her face, studying her expression with visible interest.

Nature had not blessed Montparnasse with a face that easily hid his thoughts and intentions. His eyes glistened with a glimmer much akin to a child who had just been caught doing something it shouldn't have- though fully willing to deny all allegations. A sort of inherent hubris that had been learned- experienced- enough times to warrant and assume it a law of nature.

The smirk quickly turned into a grin. A child turned into a wolf, eyes turning more predatory- hungry. "Are you afraid I will tell on you, madame?"

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