[Accidental video]

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[The screen is tilted at an odd angle, as if someone just hit the communicator with a wandering hand, but the view it's clear, Cassian Andor's bedroom. The clues of figuring that one are that the camera shows Cassian himself in his bed, jacket lost somewhere on the floor and shirt half undone.]

I will never get tired of having lips.

[The voice comes from Cassian's company: a tall, blond man, who is not only very handsy with him but trying to suck a lovebite into Cassian's neck. That earns him a moan and a stifled laugh.]

Good, because I'll never get tired of your lips.

[He curls his fingers into the man's hair and yanks his head up, pulling him into a rough kiss.]

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[captain_by_the_book]

[ He starts out bristling, more than a little stung by the assumptions Namur seems to be just firing off here. And yet there's the way he speaks of Kay, of the things they can have... ]

I know. He's special. [ Special to him, at least, and while Cassian's not exactly open with his emotions, there is affection audible in his voice. ] We do have robot ways of kissing. And now we have this, I can show him my world. It's not only about him becoming more like me, you know. But I'll work harder to ensure he doesn't feel like he needs to hide what he really is.

[om_nom_namur]

[Sorry, Cass. As the human in the scenario it's always going to be your fault. Everyone has their prejudices to work through, and Namur is no different.]

'S good t' hear, man. Also next time have Kay put his communicator on silent, so even if y' do toss out somethin' a li'l saucy t' the network, y' ain't gonna know 'bout it 'til after, sheheheheh!

[captain_by_the_book]

[ He's a human working with aliens in a universe where the bad guys are human supremacists. He's not gonna go into shock over some side eye, though he will protest if he feels wrongly accused. ]

We've been advised to put them into a box or leave them in another room. I'd take you up on putting them on mute anyway, but we have to be contactable at all times for Guardian business.

You'd be surprised how inconvenient the timing of criminals is. [ Yes, he's still bitter about spending their last quality-time weekend on the TV World mess. ]

[om_nom_namur]

[And there's another awkward silence, and then a slow blink.]

Ever been a criminal, Cass?

[captain_by_the_book]

[ And here comes a smile. An actual smile. The trust-me-I'm-totally-not-about-to-shoot-you-in-the-back smile. ]

That depends wholly on whom you ask.

[om_nom_namur]

So I really ain't gotta tell y' they time that shit that way on purpose, right? Cuz like. It don't surprise me at all t' think y' got some kinda string puller in the background, watchin' y'. Best time t' pull shit's when y' got yer pants down.

[He winks, and clicks his tongue.]

[captain_by_the_book]

[Ugh why Namur why.

He looks like he has bitten into a lemon.]

Tbank you for that. I didn't need the mental picture of Attleton's criminal underworld conspiring to figute out when I have my pants down. But that aside, yes, I know you are right, but that doesn't make it any less annoying when you are on the other side.

[om_nom_namur]

'M only here t' serve an' protect, good sir. Ain't gonna find any skeletons in my closet, 'cept that bastard Tim hangin' 'round the coat rack at Jolly Eddy's. Don't say much an' he's good company for Minerva the ghost girl, so I ain't had the heart t' kick 'im out t' the gutters yet. Everglade's a hell of a place. Sheheheheh!

[captain_by_the_book]

That's... Yes, thank you.

[ That's a lot more than he wanted to know or knows how to handle. Everglade. Of course it would be Everglade. ]

I'd tell you to make sure that no further skeletons join the first one, but that's really Guardian Grell's territory.