[ it was jyn's turn to grocery shop -- a dangerous activity to relinquish to jyn -- and she'd lingered at the grocer's while the fireworks kicked off, listening to the cheerful pop music instead of the booms and crashes of the fireworks. cassian isn't the only one ignoring stuff.
jyn's stuff doesn't have paws.
she brings their reusable bags up all eleven flights of stairs, making one trip because she refuses to make any more than that, regardless of how many bags she has, letting herself into the apartment they share, dropping her keys on the little table by the door before she closes it behind her. ]
I hate this stupid celebration. [ hefting one of the bags to rest on her hip, she moves into the kitchen so she can put it all away and cassian can see if he really should have trusted jyn with the shopping. ]
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jyn's stuff doesn't have paws.
she brings their reusable bags up all eleven flights of stairs, making one trip because she refuses to make any more than that, regardless of how many bags she has, letting herself into the apartment they share, dropping her keys on the little table by the door before she closes it behind her. ]
I hate this stupid celebration. [ hefting one of the bags to rest on her hip, she moves into the kitchen so she can put it all away and cassian can see if he really should have trusted jyn with the shopping. ]