⠀⠀⠀⠀ ◜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐘 ◞ ᴊᴇᴅɪ. sᴄᴀᴠᴇɴɢᴇʀ. ɢɪʀʟ ғʀᴏᴍ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ. [ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴ ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ. ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ. ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ 𝟸𝟷+ ] ↳ ʙʏ #ᴏʙsᴄᴜʀɪᴀʟ RT?

‘ —𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲. ind., selective, canon divergent (seeking SLs and Banter) +info below ᴘᴇɴɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ #sᴏᴅᴀ

“𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝗼𝐮,𝐡𝗼𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟?“ 𝐾𝑎𝑙𝑦𝑝𝑠𝑜 𝑁𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑟 𝐸𝑥𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒 Eʀᴀ ғʟᴇxɪʙʟᴇ Nᴇᴡ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʀ ᴡᴀʀs ʀᴘ Wʀɪᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴀɢ: #𝘊𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘫𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘦

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗣𝗔𝗗𝗠𝗘 𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗗𝗔𝗟𝗔, 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴𝚂 𝙾𝙵 #𝓓𝖠𝖤𝖬𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖺𝗅. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀#swrp. mvms. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ♡ & ↻ ⠀

s⃞e⃞e⃞ y⃞a⃞ l⃞a⃞t⃞e⃞r⃞ s⃞p⃞a⃞c⃞e⃞ c⃞o⃞w⃞b⃞o⃞y⃞ -A Star Wars Bounty Hunter OC -Any Era -A lonesome music wailing bounty hunter just making his place in the world.

Gags while trying to tell him

Eurgh. Sadly. I don't know how people cope.

I know, but (hey)! Also, meant coping with the horror show of this capitalistic façade. That's all today is.

. . . (Pretending that he's had chocolate before) Mmhm yeah,,, very mild tasting. Fff-mm? Candy? Yeah candy.

Ah well. When the game is up. "Not one single time."

Pyre fumbles with the box, glancing from the cardboard up to Skywalker, and back. What if it was a trick? Slowly slipping a piece into his hand, the young teen bit into the sweet. "EUGH!" His face contorted in disgust before—... His head tipped to the side in reconsideration.

// I'm cRyInG

𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆. ( 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘬𝘢𝘭 │𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘬𝘢𝘭 │ 𝘴𝘸 𝘰𝘤 │𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 #𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 )

There's blood in his mouth, dripping down his chin and seeping into the black fabric of his clothes. His nose isn't sitting at the right angle and his right eye is swelling with an ugly bruise. He is most certainly not alright.

As the cartalige snapped back in to place, Pyre screamed. It was a hoarse thing that clawed it's way up and out of his throat. He began twisting to get away from the source of pain. "L'go, lemme go!" He felt the Force swell beneath his hands, ready to push with all it's might.

Whatever feeling the pain brought with it continued to grow. It pulsed and heaved as the ginger tried to soothe him, until—. It died with the ease of a candle. Flickering out as a breeze touched the burning wick. Staring blankly up at a bearded face, Pyre blinked. "I'm fine."

Maybe sneaking on to @socorrosmuggler's ship. Just in the storage compartment, just till they get off planet.

Pyre goes over every curse word he's had thrown his way before cracking the door open and sliding out. Hunched over, he barely glances at the smuggler before glaring at the ground. "I just need off the planet."

"Punishment." Well deserved punishment. Swiping blood and bacta from his upper lip, Pyre hunched in on himself. "I'm sorry you had to waste your medicine."