❝Prᥲιsᥱ ᥲᥒd gᥣorყ ᥲrᥱ tᥕo of mყ fᥲvorιtᥱ thιᥒgs.❞ ▸▸┊ 𝑃 𝑂 𝑅 𝑇 𝐻 𝑂 𝑆┊ ⚜ 𝕸𝖚𝖘𝖐𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖗 ⚜ 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐭 ⚜ 𝐀𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐫 ⚜ #MusketeersRP

Nailed it. #StarWarsDay #StarWars

Glancing up just in time for 𝑍𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑆𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑧 to snap a picture, Zephir arched a brow in question.

Strung up like a piece of meat, the informant watched the First Order soldiers move around as he prayed that his brother had received his distress signal. <ᴘᴏʀᴛᴇʀ ᴇᴜɢᴇɴᴇ ᴅᴀᴍᴇʀᴏɴ>

After the third drunk song, Zephir dragged his brother off the stage.

•• 𝑍𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑆𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑧 ••

"Oi. Ya got somethin' ta say?"

"When ya can tell the difference between a power drill and blaster."

Zephir smirked, always glad when his sharp wit and snark was taken playfully by his scholarly lover. "Yeah, yeah. Shuddup."

"Hola, Shark."

*Drags 𝑍𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑆𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑧 to a club*

"...What?" Zephir snapped upon realizing that speckled gaze was upon him. "I didn't do nothin' this time."

Not-so-unwarranted. Watching the security footage with a little smirk and his feet up on the desk, Zephir played with a walkie talkie in his hand as a few expertly placed shots just barely missed the executive. "Ya know, I always hated how unscuffed those shoes were, hermano."

So, when he kills ya, do I get ya X-Wing?

"Ey, Papi~"

It was too blunt to be anything other than complete honesty and desperation. And, despite their differences and strife, they were Damerons. [Put your location on]

Zephir glanced at 𝑱𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒛 as he leaned against the private shuttle. At his hip, his blaster was armed and ready. "Last chance ta back out, Jefe."

Zephir crossed his legs at the ankles as he watched his husband. There were advantages to waking up early at times. One of those being that he got to see Javier come back from his morning run.

Well, damn.

Zephir slowly ran his gaze over the executive. Then, slowly, he smirked. "So, this mean we gonna have fun this weekend?"