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“Your blaster?” The pilot queries, slightly confused. He knew that there was something off about this, but the brunette chose to invest in Virai's commentary—just so he wasn't. . I don't know. . killed or something.


“Must be a great view.” Bohdii sarcastically deemed, glancing into the window that contained headquarters—and slowly made his attention back towards Virai. “How'd you even get here?”


“How charming.” Bohdii found his footing and began to sweep either hands at his slacks—dusting away dirt from where he sat. “Well, if you know you're not supposed to be here, I suggest you go now.” He's being utterly cautious.


Stares at an apple. He made it move last time—. C'mon.


The pilot offered a sound of amusement, offering a curious glance—which mostly seemed to resonate within his icy optics. “Who are you, anyways?”


Bohdii liked cleanliness. But was a bit out of sorts seeing Poe was actually here and talking to him. “Thanks—.” Cue an adorable smile.


“Uh, no—I think I'm done,” Just quietly steps down the ladder.


He was cleaning his jet. Does the captain need him?


“I'm okay. I sleep in my jet,” Bohdii rolled his ankles as he took delicate sips from a canteen—which naturally filtrated the water within. He was naturally fending for himself, but was grateful for the offered bread.


He's fine for now. All balled up for warmth.


He only ate half, as the other half was returned. Bohdii felt bad—and he was full. “Have the rest.” It was only fair seeing the bread was hers, as the pilot yawned after his comment.


Casually folds the pillow and curls up. Nap time.


Much skill. Especially when he's tired.



So many carbs. Bohdii ripped pieces off and sat criss-cross as he ate. He wasn't complaining, seeing he'd eat anything when hungry.


Catches it with his face.


Is this all people eat? Bread? He'll take it anyways.


He's tired. And hungry.


“I think I do—.” He looked over the work bench and seemed to be sufficed in his curiosity—making sure to not touch anything that may be of importance to Rhys. “How'd you start this?”


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