[She catches the crookedness of Poe's smile by merit of knowing better - by knowing exactly how certain free hours were spent in his company the last time he had them. Her eyes narrow on him by a fraction and the line of her mouth thins in consideration - the thought that she'd had running subconsciously in time with her mouth on Finn's, her fingers in Poe's hair, pressing herself unceremoniously between them on the bench, bubbles hot to the surface.
She finishes chewing what's in her mouth, still eyeing Poe with that drawn flat expression while her elbow sets flush against the line of Finn's arm.]
I don't know how to swim. [She says it matter of fact, without thinking of anything other problems with this plan - no consideration for the fact that she very well may have duties to attend to. Just because Luke let her run off the moment the Falcon touched down doesn't mean they aren't here for something. But if she's missing longer than anticipated-- ...well, whatever. She'll make it up somehow.] But a walk sounds nice.
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She finishes chewing what's in her mouth, still eyeing Poe with that drawn flat expression while her elbow sets flush against the line of Finn's arm.]
I don't know how to swim. [She says it matter of fact, without thinking of anything other problems with this plan - no consideration for the fact that she very well may have duties to attend to. Just because Luke let her run off the moment the Falcon touched down doesn't mean they aren't here for something. But if she's missing longer than anticipated-- ...well, whatever. She'll make it up somehow.] But a walk sounds nice.