[ it takes a moment for cal to recognize the woman that's swept him away from the path of security guards who'd perhaps identified that someone doesn't belong. and it's true, cal kestis does not belong at a gala.
he's dressed in a suit, sure, tailored to his frame and came with a date but he looks like a fish out of water. he feels like one too.
cal's used to bracca's worn down structures made of metal, to the ships he helped scrap. there was no finery there; nor had he attended anything like this before--- before. he'd been a padawan on coruscant, meant to be a soldier. a jedi at that and jedi didn't exactly attend corusscant's galas.
maybe, in another life, cal could have had that. but in truth, he doesn't remember his parents faces, let alone if the life he could have had was one that lead anywhere sunlight touched on coruscant. likely not if the jedi order was the best option.
'what?' he mouths before his brain catches up with what's going on, why jyn's holding on so tight. he's used to hiding but that involved more ommision in cal's life than lying about who he was, creating a cover story not at all pulled from scraps of reality. ] Sorry. I was just admiring the art.
[ there was a painting next to where he'd been standing and the rich and powerful love their art, right? looking back, he realizes that it's a poster for the event and he probably looks like an idiot.
when they're out of earshot, cal's not sure if he should actually get jyn something to drink in thanks. but he does owe her a 'thank you' -- whispered in case someone's listening in. ] Thanks. I have no idea what I'm doing here.
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he's dressed in a suit, sure, tailored to his frame and came with a date but he looks like a fish out of water. he feels like one too.
cal's used to bracca's worn down structures made of metal, to the ships he helped scrap. there was no finery there; nor had he attended anything like this before--- before. he'd been a padawan on coruscant, meant to be a soldier. a jedi at that and jedi didn't exactly attend corusscant's galas.
maybe, in another life, cal could have had that. but in truth, he doesn't remember his parents faces, let alone if the life he could have had was one that lead anywhere sunlight touched on coruscant. likely not if the jedi order was the best option.
'what?' he mouths before his brain catches up with what's going on, why jyn's holding on so tight. he's used to hiding but that involved more ommision in cal's life than lying about who he was, creating a cover story not at all pulled from scraps of reality. ] Sorry. I was just admiring the art.
[ there was a painting next to where he'd been standing and the rich and powerful love their art, right? looking back, he realizes that it's a poster for the event and he probably looks like an idiot.
when they're out of earshot, cal's not sure if he should actually get jyn something to drink in thanks. but he does owe her a 'thank you' -- whispered in case someone's listening in. ] Thanks. I have no idea what I'm doing here.
[ gathering intel isn't going so well. ]