༚࿐࿒ “ɪ'ᴍ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛᴏʀɴ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ. ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴀɪɴ.” →┊sᴛᴀʀ ᴡᴀʀs — ғɪʀsᴛ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ. →┊ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇ ғʟᴇxɪʙʟᴇ. →┊ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. →┊ʀᴛ?

She has a shower in her own quarters. Isn't much of a fan of communal bathrooms.

Don't ask her. She didn't assign the living quarters. x.com/chromiumisms/s…

Séverine is not giving up her room. He can forget it. x.com/chromiumisms/s…

There is only one bed. And she is not sleeping on the sofa. Nor does she intend to share with him. x.com/chromiumisms/s…

Throwing her hands up in defeat, Séverine irritably turns to finish tying up her hair. “For the love of the Empire.. /Fine/.” x.com/chromiumisms/s…

x| Sév usually gets on with Phasma. Go figure 🤷🏼‍♀️

She is too sober for this.

Mutters something vague and insulting and heads off to bed; boot clad feet clicking all the way.

༚࿐࿒ “sᴏ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋs ғɪʀsᴛ? ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ғɪʀsᴛ? ɪ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ғɪʀsᴛ?” →┊sᴛᴀʀ ᴡᴀʀs — ʀᴇsɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴘɪʟᴏᴛ. →┊ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇ ғʟᴇxɪʙʟᴇ. →┊ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. →┊ʀᴛ?

She's not quite feeling herself these days.

Maybe she's right. It's been a slow few weeks. She feels.. Stagnant.

Give her ten minutes. She needs to speak to her squadron about a few things first.

Inclines her head politely. She’ll be over in a few minutes. Thank you.

Droids can only do so much. They’re not /alive/. They don’t think like the living. Or react like them.

Quirks an eyebrow curiously. Does she mean literally? Or figuratively?

..Sév will keep keep that in mind.

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||: Phasma taking her helmet off in front of Sév