* REBEL / SCUM

               Make ten men feel like a hundred.

                          She laughs – a noise that would’ve been pleasant if not for the harsh rattle of the angry rebel she had bred herself to be vibrating alongside the noise. “I’m three years young than you – that’s hardly worth noting with that small of a difference.” Typically, Zypher wasn’t FOND of someone referencing her age in any wayt hat made it seem as though she was lesser or weaker because of it. Albeit – Cassian could get away with it; because it was Cassian. This fact didn’t make her any less annoyed about it.    She gabs a finger into his chest with a quirk of her brow before tipping her chin upwards, “I’m a damn good rebel, Captain. Much more than a fine one.”

      ❝ Three years you will never be older than me by .❞

               They’re an important three years to him. He’s an older sibling                and he never ever planned on forgetting on letting her forget                 that fact, that you very much. It’s one of the few things he has                on her. Well that and he’s taller than her.

                             ❛     OH, CASS !   this is the nicest thing, i really love it, i would put it on right now but it’d look a bit SILLY over my suit – not that it’s a silly gift ! no, no, i love it, it’s so sweet, my STARS …   ❜

         A lot of people have tried to Cassian nicknames over the years.          Cassie, Cass, the dreadful attempt at Ian right after he’d come          out. But he’s never liked it before now. He’s really got it bad,          doesn’t he?

         ❝ I don’t usually do the present thing, but here. ❞

🎁

       There’s a small hum of amusement in her throat before she’s rapidly ducking away from his hand after he made a wreck of her hair – trying to feign a look of disapproval and mirth in the depths of her dark gaze. “I’m not a kid anymore, Cassian –” she reminds him with a raise of her brow and a sharp twist of her head, jerking down her ponytail so that she could rake her fingers through her hair and retie it more neatly than it had been.                  “ OF COURSE I did a good job,” she then muses, a playful smirk toying at the edges of her lip once she lowered her hands, “ It’s me. “

      While he does not laugh Cassian’s lips do tug up for just       a second into a small smile, anyone would be able to miss       it if they were not looking for it.

                  ❝   You may not a kid anymore,                         but you’re always gonna be                        my kid sister, so jot that down.  ❞

                                 The smirk was something                                  he almost did not except.                                  It was the same smirk he                                  had once had but no longer                                  did now that he was a grown.

                         HE LAUGHS IN RETURN !  as  hand  lifts  up  drink  to  lips.  laughter  of  cassian  himself  hit  genius’  ears  in  a    HARMONIOUS   melody,  corner  of  his  lips  turning  up  in  response.  man  without  a  mission  has  touched  base  with  cassian  as  he  takes  one  more  sip:  buzz  hasn’t  hit  him  yet.  standing  six  foot  five,    ASSUMPTIONS   could   be  made  by  one  on  how  fast  it  would  hit  him.  his  friend,  on  the  other  hand … 

                            ❛    ——  better  slow  down  now,  buddy.  use  that  RATIONALE  you  got  in  your  head  there.      ❜ 

         It’s not often Cassian feels giddy, perhaps it’s the booze,          but if you asked him why he felt that way he would very          quietly answer that it was because of the company. The          man, Artemis was something else. Maybe it was the way          his goofy, albeit cute mustache framed his face but Cass          could not get enough of looking of looking at him.

A welcoming smile was ever present on Finn’s lips as he approached the older former rebel. “Cassian Andor,” He spoke the other’s name. He took the other’s hand into his for a gentle shake. “Welcome to Birren. It’s an absolute honor to have you here.” He said to Cassian. “I hope the trip was fine.”

        Cassian does not know what to do with these         royal types, besides Leia but Leia’s was never         really royal in the true definition of the word. 

                ❝ Thank you, your highness.                     The trip was good. Honored                    to be here. ❞