[ The door opens, and Rey physically stutters. She draws up short on seeing him, the suit much softer and formal than any of his armor or streetwear. Then she feels foolish for it because of course she looks the same. They're both playing dress up today. Neither are made for this. Immediately she feels more relaxed, seeing how he looks in his 'costume.' Hers can't be that bad then. They're the same. ]
You look...
[ A wan smile spreads across her lips. She grabs her jacket off her bed, which is really just a mattress on the floor beside the rack that is her exposed closet. Beyond that is a kitchen large enough only for one person to stand in and pivot, and opposite that is a bathroom with a curtain instead of a door. She looks like a glowing jewel amidst the chaos and garbage of her close quarters, which has a smattering of discarded clothes and a takeout container or two--no doubt due to her cramped kitchen.
Dressed all in rich emerald green, Rey has adopted flats instead of heels in one last holdout against convention. The dress falls above her thigh and she has, actually, shaved her legs after assessing over the past few days why she felt she still didn't seem to fit in with her image of the kinds of people who wear nice dresses. She's trying to convince herself she feels like Leia might. Princesslike, but still formidable. ]
Uh. Do you need anything before we go? [ He must have come up for something right? She gestures. ] Fresher's there. The switch is a bit finicky, just be firm.
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You look...
[ A wan smile spreads across her lips. She grabs her jacket off her bed, which is really just a mattress on the floor beside the rack that is her exposed closet. Beyond that is a kitchen large enough only for one person to stand in and pivot, and opposite that is a bathroom with a curtain instead of a door. She looks like a glowing jewel amidst the chaos and garbage of her close quarters, which has a smattering of discarded clothes and a takeout container or two--no doubt due to her cramped kitchen.
Dressed all in rich emerald green, Rey has adopted flats instead of heels in one last holdout against convention. The dress falls above her thigh and she has, actually, shaved her legs after assessing over the past few days why she felt she still didn't seem to fit in with her image of the kinds of people who wear nice dresses. She's trying to convince herself she feels like Leia might. Princesslike, but still formidable. ]
Uh. Do you need anything before we go? [ He must have come up for something right? She gestures. ] Fresher's there. The switch is a bit finicky, just be firm.