#traitoriisms

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At Finn’s words a warm smile spread across Nathaniel’s lips as he watched the other closely. He tilted his head to the side just slightly feeling butterflies flutter in his stomach.

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He wasn’t sure what the man was here for, but at the least, the guy had been shooting for his adversaries and not for him. Enemy of an enemy was a friend, and all. And now that the rest of the room had been cleared, Puppy had knelt next to the stranger, pressing a rag to his thigh to stop the blood. Probably not the most sanitary solution, but it was all he had for now.

There was an important artery in there somewhere, but fortunately it looked like that wasn’t what had been hit, or he knew there would be a lot more blood.

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Nate froze as he’d just blurted out his feelings. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was supposed to keep his cool and play it off like it was nothing. But now he stood there with Finn in front of him.

Angela blanches at the look of satisfaction on his face, visibly realizing her own slip of the tongue. Without her mask on she’s frustratingly expressive, so the embarrassment is loud and obvious. She ducks her head to the side and folds into herself a little. 

"Why are you saying that like it's a threat? Is me kissing you such a bad thing?" She asked with a giggle, wondering if Finn was genuinely worried that she would kiss him or he was trying to goad her into doing so.

“It’s... a mistake anyone could make... Don’t beat yourself up about it.”

They were on the wrong planet. A ‘simple’ cargo run and they were on the wrong planet. West had a sinking feeling Finn was taking credit for something West had screwed up. It wasn’t exactly something he revealed too often. His Basic was still coming along. But given he couldn’t read any language at all a year ago... It was set backs like this that really brought him down.

West looked at the data pad in his hands again... 

Angel’s face screws up at the statement, peering up from her bowl of food with a disgruntled expression. She chews slowly, glancing around the vacant mess hall as she clears her mouth of any food to respond properly, and to give herself time to think about how the fuck she’s supposed to respond to that.  “Thanks...? Y’know, you could just compliment me. That’s an option too.” Angel doesn’t seem annoyed, quite the opposite. There’s an amused sparkle in her eyes as she regards the other ex-Stormtrooper. 

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