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A smile played at the corner of the Negotiator's lips as he traipsed down the hall of the Negotiator. His sister was around here somewhere, could feel the general direction of her in the Force, but not the exact location. Rounding the corner, an auburn brow arched seeing the fiery-haired woman talking to his Commander.

Cody, Force bless him, was trying to remain impassive, but Obi-Wan could tell that he was uncomfortable. Not horribly uncomfortable, more like Kassandra was teasing him uncomfortable.

"Sister, would you please leave my dear Commander alone before he spontaneously combusts," amusement danced at the edge of his voice glancing between the two. Turning his attention to the man he gave him a nod, to which Cody released a breath, gave them a salute and most certainly did not scurry away.

@gldngrrls ( chrissy ) said: [  TXT  ]  :  would  you  still  like  me  if  i  was  a  worm?  be  honest. ( meme // accepting! )

Wally and His Girls

ft. @wallyclarkmemorial, @gldngrrls

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@gldngrrls asked: 📷 for rosie!

"YEAH?" Matt responds with no particular force behind the word. Their paths only ever crossed during big events with at least five other people in the room at any given time. He never had an actual talk with her that wasn't just water cooler talk.

"Isn't support group supposed to help you all deal with that or something?" He doesn't actively attend those to know one way or another. "Sometimes scary things are worth doing anyway. Hell, we have all the time on this side to do the things we were scared to in life."

He  rushed  into  the  bathroom  as  quickly  as  he  could.  Nicholas  shut  the  door  hard  and  put  his  hands  on  the  counter.  Trying  to  focus  on  his  breathing  to  calm  himself  down,  he  looked  in  the  mirror.  There  was  no  way  he  could  think  about  his  best  friend  like  this.  And  he  had  no  idea  if  she  felt  the  same  way.  His  head  reeled  as  he  pulled  his  hands  off  the  counter  and  forced  himself  to  run  the  water.  This  was  what  she  did  to  him  constantly—  got  him  completely  riled  up.  Most  of  the  time,  he  had  a  better  hold  of  it.  But  now,  her  being  this  close  set  him  off. Splashing  his  face  repeatedly  with  cold  water,  he  counted  back  from  ten.  "Get  a  hold  of  yourself,  mate."  He  muttered  under  his  breath.  After  he  turned  the  faucet  off,  he  heard  Chrissy  speaking.  "Should  what?"  Nick  said  it  loud  enough  through  the  door  while  yanking  the  small  towel  off  the  bar.  Seriously,  Nicholas...  she  would  never  go  for  you.  It's  all  in  your  head.  But  the  moment  of  her  calling  him  beautiful  stood  out.  The  small  touches,  the  closeness,  all  of  it.  It  wasn't  normal  for  friends  to  be  like  this.  One  day,  he'd  need  to  just  admit  how  he  felt.  That  day  was  not  today.  After  putting  the  towel  back,  he  checked  his  reflection  before  opening  the  door.  "Sorry  about  that.  How  long  did  it  say?"

The  scent  of  her  perfume  enveloped  him  to  the  point  of  feeling  safe.  Around  Chrissy,  he  finally  let  his  guard  down  and  that  resulted  in  him  catching  feelings.  Nerves  coupled  with  butterflies  floating  in  his  stomach  making  him  slightly  anxious.  What  if  he  faltered  when  he  tried  to  kiss  her?  Worse  yet,  what  if  she  rejected  him  completely?  It  would  be  his  worst  nightmare  coming  to  life  before  his  eyes.  "You're  welcome.  I  didn't  know  what  to  get  you.  So  Pandora  seemed  fitting.  You  ready?"