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@jyn.erso

[realists]

You dead?

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you ever sleep so long you wake up hungover?

[ no she's not dead thanks for asking ]

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No, but I woke up in the bathroom.

[ what a classy ho ]

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are you okay?

[ did you hit your head on the toilet on the way down, or??? ]

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Nothing damaged but my dignity.

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was there a lot of that before?

[ sorry, jyn, this is the friendship you didn't sign up for. and now roommate. ]

did you make it out of the bathroom, at least?

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Enough to be damaged.

[ she can drag herself ]

I'm free.

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congratulations on your harrowing escape.

[ and then, two minutes later: ]

hey, did you just get a weird message from some fancy highrise's event committee?

[ she doesn't live anywhere where people can even afford to own dogs, how the fuck would any residents have dogs to dress up for a summer costume contest? ]

[realists]

About the Canine Cotillon? Yeah.

[ echoing the wtf sentiment ]

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you should look up that building.

[ does it look familiar to you?? ]

i think they think we live there.

[realists]

[ jyn searches the address, pulling up a picture of the glossy blue glass and cube like framework. it is familiar, tugging at something. she knows that building but it's not like jyn ventures much into the financial district. she's never been to the financial district.

the texts come jumbled as she tries to figure it out ]

We?

I've never

That's ours?

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apparently we got a hell of a deal on it, too.

[ like, stupid cheap. "we robbed them blind" cheap. they're technically paying, but from what she can find of the """lease""" they signed (in perpetuity, no less), it's a joke payment. less than she was even paying to split a small shared apartment with fitz & bobbi, and for easily double the space. ]

i know this is a weird question but did you dream about breaking into some dude's apartment and eating all his chocolate?

[ yes, that's what she remembers ]

[realists]

No.

But I think I dreamed about sausages and defacing a door.

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weird.
we definitely didn't have this place before

[ obviously. she'd remember if she was living in a swank apartment down the street from her job instead of crashing across town. ]

apparently door defacing in your dreams is a viable real estate strategy, who knew?
we should throw a house warming party

[realists]

[ MANIFEST DESTINY ]

I only know three people.

One of them is you.

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that's fine
you can get to know more people when we throw a party. whether or not you like them is up to you.

[ the "how i deal with my idiot russian boyfriend" approach. ]

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If we have a house, Cassian will be living in that house.

On my side.

[ has she told cassian this? not yet. does he get a choice? ofc not. ]

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okay

[ sure, jyn, whatever ]

kitchen counters are fully off limits unless you wipe them down afterwards, for the record

[realists]

I don't know how to cook so I won't be in the kitchen.

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[ 🙄🙄🙄 ]

sure, jan

[realists]

Who is Jan?

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never mind

[ disappointed that the brady bunch wasn't sent to space, tbh. she does snap a picture of the train compartment she's in, though, so that jyn can see the number. ]

if you wanna come by before we get there, i'll introduce you to illya
you should probably meet him at some point anyway

[realists]

[ who is illya? why is she being inundated with names! ]

Who is that?

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[ the delay in this response is absolutely ludicrous ]

he's my [ whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy does she have to type the word ] boyfriend, i guess

[ she makes an irritated noise in the back of her throat, he asks what's wrong, it's all very terrible. ]

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[ and jyn just brushes it off as commonplace, lmao ]

Then yes, Cassian and I should meet him.