#fiercecomets

home exactly on time as per usual, lukas put his things down as he usually did, shifting out of his suit jacket and placing it on the couch as he walked through the house. “clara?” he called out to his wife without much expectation, it was a big house and if she were upstairs it would be hard to hear him really, but he had high hopes. “baby?” he called out again as he stepped into the dining room, catching blonde hair in the kitchen. he strode through and towards it, holding a hand against the archway that opened to the large, modern space. “there you are.” he reached out to catch her wrist and pull her close, the other cupping her face to admire the pretty face looking up at him. “how was your day, darling?” 

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People on Tatooine usually knew better than to try and sneak into her ship-- that was why she hadn't bothered to check for any stowaway before she had taken off, once her deal had been signed and the cargo was in the hold. Honestly, she could thank one of her droids, an R3 unit she had stolen from an Empire starship she had ran into, for warning her. And now she had the dangerous end of her blaster aimed right at the man's face, brows furrowed deep over her green eyes, freckled nose wrinkled ever so slightly. He had the usual clothes of a Tatooine native. "What in the blazes are you doing here ?" she growled, her finger never straying far from the trigger. "I don't like stowaways. Get up."

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Christina: no burgers this time, though

Lmao last night watching Hidden Figures. 

caspar: ( he frowned, squinted...tried to find the number on his phone. his vision was blurry and the music was very loud. they'd taken him somewhere and he didn't want to be there. he wanted him, though. there was a lump at the back of his throat and he squeezed his eyes shut as he pressed the phone to his ear. ) " -- lu...lu, hi."