meadowlarklogs | had to have high hopes for a living

Let him take you out for dinner, then.

[ at least long enough for daisy & cassian to go snoop in his apartment ]

[ they had a whole conversation about this HOW DID ILLYA NOT REALIZE?? ]

As long as we are sure Illya will not accidentally agree to more than dinner.

[ having finished up the veggies, he passes them over at last. cooking must continue. ] He keeps wanting to know if you and I are married. Was I not clear before?

He thinks you're married? Illya's not even your type!

[ she is AFFRONTED! AND REFUSES TO THINK ABOUT WHY! she can join illya on his ship in the nile. but at the same time, she glances at daisy. ]

I guess you and I really are dating.

[ daisy just shrugs. she could do worse. jyn can still make her money in the fighting rings. ]

Cassian, what is your type?

[ asking for a friend ]

I'm not married to anybody!

[ enjoy some angry under the breath russian muttering, cassian, since you were the closest to him. ]

Yes Cassian, tell them your type. Perhaps there is another neighbor in this ridiculously ostentatious building that would like to give you gnome figurines as a gesture of their affection.

We know that. D-Nice does not.

[ he can't believe he's doing all the work in this fake not!relationship for d-nice. he also can't believe they keep using the man's nickname instead of dennys. ]

[ but wow what the fuck is this turnaround, how dare they ask him about himself!! he shrugs off the question. ] I do not have a type. [ A BOLD FACED LIE. ] But at least I would be aware of why I am receiving any gnomes.

That's bullshit. [ to both of them, for the record. ]

Half the people I work with think we're already married [ don't argue she's right ] and everyone has a type.

[ hers is tall men. among other things. ]

His type is competent, thoughtful people who challenge him, believe in fighting for change and peace, have a secret sense of humor despite an outwardly gruff appearance, and probably can kick his ass.

[ and she's just realized that she described illya. huh. ]

[ he whirls around to shoot jyn a baffled look.] Where is that even coming from?

[ cassian doesn't think he has a type because he's never! been with anyone! long enough to really tell!!!! ]

[ also, he can't afford to be picky when he's on a mission so!!! maybe he's never sat down to think about it!! how about them apples!! ]

Do you want to be married?

[ well. it was the second time it had come up in conversation recently so he thinks it is a logical question to ask and he is typically not the type to dance around a topic.

maybe the timing isn't the best but it appear that jyn and cassian are otherwise occupied. but he is going to nudge cassian's shoulder and mutter: ] That is a good type.

[ daisy only recognizes denial because she was the spitting image of it for so long. so she laughs at jyn's long-winded way of saying I'M YOUR TYPE YOU STUPID BITCH, only to stick her tongue out at illya in turn ]

Not to a guy in a sex cacti ring.

[ daisy's comment draws a snort of a laugh, but she does begrudgingly answer cassian. sort of. she answers him in that she.... replies. ]

Am I wrong?

[ he looks at jyn for a second, maybe two, spares a fleeting thought to how she could probably kick his ass, then promptly ignores it. ]

I do not know. [ there, it's better than a blanket no statement. he genuinely has no awareness of his type because he has no awareness of feelings. ]

I'll take that as a no then.

[ that's to daisy, there. because he is not going to get in the middle of whatever is happening with jyn and cassian.

except... ]

How can you not know? Have you never thought about it in regards to certain people? [ he doesn't even mean jyn but even he'd thought about certain women in that way before eventually finding someone that both suited him and could kick his ass.

it was a good type, all right. ]

Wars don't leave a lot of time for dating.

[ in space, at least.

in europe war is like prime time to become a war bride and then subsequently a war widow.

is jyn now defending cassian not having a type? who knows! but it's true! only skywalkers get romances in space. and no reasonable gynecological services! ]

[ he gets huffy, even if he's hiding it well with his Calm and Still demeanor. he knows there's a lot of normalcy he missed out on, and he doesn't like how it's somehow become the focus of the conversation. ]

I do not date. [ now leave him alone!! that's his answer, neatly following up on jyn's comment. he's gravitated towards people but never stuck around long enough to figure out the patterns. he didn't want to. ] I was more concerned about keeping myself alive.

[ and that went splendidly! ]

Neither do I.

[ yeah, look how that turned out, cassian. now he was apparently married in some people's eyes. ]

I wish you the best of luck sticking to that.

[ because while this place wasn't safe by any stretch of the imagination, it was steady. he wasn't moving from one place to another and he wasn't being sent into service every single day. he'd been allowed to live a life. ]

[ eye rolls from here to timbuktu. for men who claimed they had no emotions and didn't date, at least one of them clearly misjudged themselves. and considering illya and cassian were basically the same person sporting different accents, daisy was pretty sure the other would fall in line sooner rather than later.

after all, body language never lies!! ]

This isn't a war, for the record.

[ and then, like they're discussing the weather, she gets up to come take a look at the pot where things are simmering. ]

We should make dinner more often.

[ and by "we" she means "you" ]

The UNA might disagree.

[ u g h. ]

Since you're here now, you can stir.

[ he doesn't give her a chance to run away before he presses a ladle into her hands and walks away. stir your dinner. ]

Do you not want to date, Cassian? [ was that the issue? ]

[ drops every single eave on the ground, does not budge. because she's not interested in his answer obviously. and she isn't dumb enough to go into the kitchen to be roped into cooking!!

anyway bless illya kuryakin. ]

[ the pause in diction is barely long enough to signal a comma, and so for the briefest of moments, daisy misunderstands. ]

No? [ the wooden spoon is thwacked against the side of the pot in protest. ] Why would I —

[ oh. ]

Answer the question, Cassian.

[ this is all stupid!!! STUPID!!! he's so uncomfortable, though fortunately he is a Professional Spy, so there's no clear sign of that, save the stiff line in his shoulders. ]

[ it's like a mission! clearly he cannot date if he's still pulling this shit like he's in a war. ]

Not an open war, no, but it does not mean there is no undercurrent. [ latches onto the UNA. he's not about to dump any of the pity party reasons he doesn't want to date, never has. ] What does it matter? We are cooking, not on a date.

[ hashtag journalname. ]

[ well.

standing up, jyn moves into the kitchen but only to scoop up the dishes to set the table. she can contribute to the dinner making process even if she doesn't contribute to the actual cooking. ]

Isn't every meal Illya and Daisy have together technically a date?

No.

[ because they'd eaten popcorn and potato chips for dinner in bed a few times and while that was nice and cozy, illya doesn't really think it was a date. it was just...a happy side effect of living together. ]

I ask her on dates when I want that to happen. Or she asks me. I have time to both go on dates and to ready myself to kill the next UNA soldier that I see.

[ multi faceted. ]

[ multifaceted or maybe just obsessed. but she doesn't argue the point, just rolls her eyes a little. ]

I mean, in theory, this could be a double date.

[ she's so helpful. ]

So you do have time, Cassian, if that's the big problem.

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