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DANDELION.    ↳ You Are: scrappy and tough, you’re a pull-yourself-up-by-your-bootstraps kind of person. You don’t give up easily and you often thrive in situations that others would find discouraging. You have an instinct to serve others and see yourself as most useful in times or places of crisis, but you may over rely on your toughness and forget how sensitive you really are.

FENNEL.    ↳You Are: quiet, sometimes shy, with a tendency to be reserved. You have a humble, kind nature and often find yourself taking care of others. You can be known to hold things in, and you don’t always speak up for yourself. This tendency to hold things in can lead to disturbances.

PEPPERMINT.    ↳ You Are: Unflappable. You are cool in the crisis, calm in the storm, collected amongst the chaos. You’re a breath of fresh air, a waft of inspiration to the down-and-out, a refreshing, inspiring, uplifting person to be around. Of course, even a cool cucumber like yourself can run into trouble. You may try to take on too much, which can leave you feeling weighed down and not quite yourself.

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        a clear growl under blue’s breath escapes him as he glowers at the other male, digits habitually curling into fists. he could nearly feel the pride in stinger’s voice, a tone that suggests a smile that can’t be wiped from his face. it sickens him. 

       blue flexes his arm slightly, rolling his neck as he stands up straight once more, gaze fixated on his teammate. this was only meant to be practice for the up-coming mission but by no means will the pair hesitate in their attacks; they were too stubborn to pull any punches and expose any form of weakness. besides, any opportunity to impress their boss was one that blue was willing to take. stinger may have the upper hand on him but he fought recklessly. pure strength didn’t compare to a swift, tactical approach.

       eventually, as he recomposes himself, blue retorts back

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       the slim figure scoffs as their eyes lock onto the rebel before them. the mercenary’s form is immaculate, standing with the pride and steady gaze that only a being with extreme discipline could present. it’s difficult to read exactly what he’s thinking, or even what he’s feeling at this very moment; tension is high between the two yet he remains completely still, almost as if he’s waiting for cassian to make the first move. eventually, as some time passes, he releases a heavy sigh and leans over, whispering lowly to the other male,

         𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 // 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎          𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐           𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 // 𝚒𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐          𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠 // 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑          𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎