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K2SO | Kaytoo Esso ([personal profile] k2so) wrote in [community profile] genessia2017-10-03 11:21 pm

[Accidental video]

[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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[personal profile] kalmaleader 2017-10-12 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, you...?

[Yeah, he knows the droid...not that he really knew that Kay was called a droid before now. However, Qubine continues to look puzzled.]

...How did you get a human body? Are you still a droid? Is there magic involved?
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[personal profile] kalmaleader 2017-10-12 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
How curious... I do remember when the circus appeared, but that's it. I never went inside of it.

So...I trust you enjoy that human body?
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[personal profile] kalmaleader 2017-10-12 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, that circus would have been too small for me to fit in anyway...

[He'd probably step on all the tents and stuff. Usually being big was a good thing, but in this world with millions of tiny humans, it just makes him feel out of place.]

So, humans really do cook their food?
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[personal profile] kalmaleader 2017-10-15 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Indeed.

[He shrugs.]

I've never needed to cook anything. I just eat my prey raw.
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[personal profile] kalmaleader 2017-10-15 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
No...I'm an Ice dragon.

[To demonstrate, he opens his mouth, blowing out a gentle breeze of frosty air, along with a few snowflakes.]