[ jyn thinks nothing of her request until it's put into action and then he's taking his shirt off and somehow jyn didn't realize that would happen. she hums thoughtfully before she settles her hands in their original spot, fingers splayed toward his hips, thumbs pressed to the scars from scarif, pale against his deep tan. ]
I'm impressed you didn't fold it, [ she teases lightly as she looks over the scars on his back like it is a map she can orient herself on. she breathes in deep before her hands press in with the same pressure as before firm, but careful. ] I suppose it's meant to be hung.
[ light, casual. this is not going to be A Thing. ]
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I'm impressed you didn't fold it, [ she teases lightly as she looks over the scars on his back like it is a map she can orient herself on. she breathes in deep before her hands press in with the same pressure as before firm, but careful. ] I suppose it's meant to be hung.
[ light, casual. this is not going to be A Thing. ]