[ he doesn't need to tell jyn twice. he barely needs to tell her once because as soon as her hands are on his shirt she's already pushing it up his torso, dragging her hands up his chest because that is the life she is about. when she pulls it over his head, though, she pauses, taking a step back to shake out the shirt, make sure it's not inside out before she carefully folds it and sets it on the end of the couch.
yeah, how's it feel now, bucko? huh??? how 'bout them apples! force, he's probably just pleased she didn't wrinkle it. stupid neat boyfriend. ]
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yeah, how's it feel now, bucko? huh??? how 'bout them apples! force, he's probably just pleased she didn't wrinkle it. stupid neat boyfriend. ]