#spacedblue

[send my muse a (¬‿¬) and he will take off an item of clothing]

Corr holds up a finger.

He is still wearing a chrono, which he removes and carefully sets aside.

“Demala,” he grumbles, unzipping and peeling away the fabric for the rest of his undersuit.

It was not common practice to wear anything beneath the undersuit, but nevertheless, Corr stands rather proudly in a very small pair of pink briefs.

It had taken some talking to Yain and Fixer but Sev had finally been able to procure a ship and his blue sibling to tag along on the trip. A teaching experience for both of them is what he billed it as but it was mainly so that they could both get away from their troubles on Mandalore. Not that he’d admit to that, of course.

The first planet on the list was Carlac but that was crossed off before the jump was even made when Demala just muttered “Death Watch.” The second? Lothal. That, however, had a higher Imperial occupation than normal and something they both wanted to avoid. Also crossed off.

He knew the opportunity that Concord Dawn presented but it was too close for his tastes. A fallback, if anything.

So their first official scouting would be a moon of Bogden. Something of legend amongst the clone ranks.

He doesn’t even bother to look up, knowing practically from the way the form sat on his shoulders, the weight of the person, and then the voice. He just tightens his pose up so that the sudden addition doesn’t send them both tumbling down.

Send me a ✁ with two names and I’ll tell you whom my muse would save.

She stares blankly forward, eyes locked upon the far wall as she considers the options in silence.

The seconds tick by, dragging in the low light of the closed cantina–a rare night where they’re not open, not entertaining, not filling the air with noise and with life.

It’s a long consideration, but finally, finally, she comes to her conclusion.

“In your mind.”

...

It's one morning at Yain's place that Demala comes down from the living area to find a body slumped over at the bar. It looks oddly familiar--Fixer? No, couldn't be. He's upstairs sleeping, right? That's what happened the last time she saw him. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't a bit cautious about approaching the man but knew that Yain wouldn't have let any straggler stay in the bar.