Yes you did you FIEND
Share?????? Pwease? UwU?
FINE, but just for you.
“I can't believe I'm going to sleep with him,” Fox says flatly.
Thorn looks from Fox to the smoking ruin of the warehouse door, the blaster-holes from a Z-6 rotary blaster that’s definitely not supposed to be used on Coruscant, the smuggler they were probably supposed to take alive who’s definitely not alive anymore. Then, slow, he lets his gaze slide back to Fox, hesitates, and says, “You…really don’t have to?”
Fox’s eyes are fixed, unblinking, on the figure in the middle of the chaos, and he knows. “Oh no,” he says. “I'm going to.”
Like he can sense Fox’s laser-guided stare, Torrent Company’s heavy weaponry expert glances up from where the Guard medic is patching him up, light catching blue on the line that crosses his eye, the dots and lines on his chin. He’s all in one piece, which—considering that Fox and his men have been planning this raid for a month and still expected to take heavy losses—is a minor miracle. Or down to skill. And likely not a hell of a lot of self-preservation.
But Sithing hells, does he know how to set a charge.
