[ As ever, if Rhys hogs the bathroom, Jyn commands the sofa, feet on the coffee table. When she first hears Abelas shift, she pauses tinkering with her phone. Hard not to, when she recalls the way he sent her things (*space junk) flying with magic or the force or something. Now she knows to maintain vigilance. Her features remain still, entirely neutral, like he might not notice her. Maybe if she doesn't move. Abelas stalks past her and, suddenly, someone falls right into her field of vision.
Her eyebrows shoot to her hairline as she processes the scene.
That's definitely Rhys. Massive tattoo and stupid nipple window and — she drops her phone, rapidly covering her face (and flush) with her hands. Don't mind if she yells, boys. ]
What kind of laserbrained — [ idiot doesn't wear underwear in shared housing? Rhys. Of course it's Rhys. No need to finish that thought. ]
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Her eyebrows shoot to her hairline as she processes the scene.
That's definitely Rhys. Massive tattoo and stupid nipple window and — she drops her phone, rapidly covering her face (and flush) with her hands. Don't mind if she yells, boys. ]
What kind of laserbrained — [ idiot doesn't wear underwear in shared housing? Rhys. Of course it's Rhys. No need to finish that thought. ]