[A fancy red wrapped box with a silver bow arrives at the door, the delivery person specifying Finn as the recipient. Once it's signed for and everything is in order, he leaves.
Inside the box in delicate black tissue paper is a silky pair of pink women's panties with white lace trim and a tiny red bow front and center on the elastic band.
There's a note in the bottom of the box in a cream envelope, written in pretty script.]
[ he's sort of agonizing over how to even respond to this, but eventually he's going to send a message to her with a photo of the gift attached, panties spread out to indicate what they are. ]
These just showed up and I can't tell if you meant them for me or not.
[ was there a part of their conversation that he completely missed out on when he was doing pull-ups with her still attached to him? it's possible; she'd been pretty distracting. ]
[ to be honest, he hadn't even entertained the thought of it, but now he spares them a brief glance before hurriedly returning his eyes to his device. ]
The card was signed with your name. Do you think someone's playing a joke?
I'll try whatever you like. [ it's an approach that has enabled him to sample a lot of different drinks, more than he would have known to even try on his own. ] Did you want to come over later tonight?
8 sounds swell. I'll be there. Might even wear something matching so you don't feel so alone.
[Cinder is never really the right on time sort, so it's 20 after that she knocks on the door with a big bottle of fireball whiskey dangling from her fingertips. She's wearing a green pea coat, bare legged, but has on a well worn pair of lace up boots that hit just below her calf, scuffed to hell and back with thick socks peeking over the tops.]
[ The truth is he hasn't exactly gotten around to trying anything on yet, even though it takes her a little longer to show up. He's taken them out of the box they came in, studying them from a few different angles, but when the knock at the door comes he hastily jams them into the back pocket of his pants before moving across the living room to answer it.
He's always a little surprised by her height, but not necessarily in a bad way, head tilting slightly as he steps back a few paces to give her room to come in. ]
Fireball? [ He's trying to read the label between her fingers. ] Never had that before.
I hadn't either, before I came here. I like it. It's spicy.
[She offers it over and steps inside. Unfastening the coat, she shrugs it off her shoulders, revealing a fluffy purple sweater that hangs down a little past upper thighs. Whatever might be under it remains to be seen.]
Oh, uh, sure. It's technically not just my place, but it's not the first time I've lived up here.
[ They've never really had the conversation about inviting anyone else over, but he can't imagine Poe and Rey would have any real complaints about it; besides, it's not as if he's going to spend time with someone in the room they've all designated as theirs, or their bed for that matter, not when there are plenty of other rooms in this apartment to use.
He steps into the adjacent kitchen, but only for a second so he can grab two glasses, and then returns with both of them balanced in one hand. ]
You can put that anywhere. [ The coat, he means, offering her a slightly crooked smile as he takes a seat on the couch and sets both bottle and glasses on the low table in front of himself. ] Did you want a drink first, or...?
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Cordispondence Delivery
Inside the box in delicate black tissue paper is a silky pair of pink women's panties with white lace trim and a tiny red bow front and center on the elastic band.
There's a note in the bottom of the box in a cream envelope, written in pretty script.]
"Can't wait to see you in these tonight.
Don't disappoint me!
Cinder"
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These just showed up and I can't tell if you meant them for me or not.
[ was there a part of their conversation that he completely missed out on when he was doing pull-ups with her still attached to him? it's possible; she'd been pretty distracting. ]
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Hot!
Not sure if this will disappoint you or relieve you. Nah, I didn't send them. To you or anybody else.
They your size?
[Snnrrrk.]
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[ to be honest, he hadn't even entertained the thought of it, but now he spares them a brief glance before hurriedly returning his eyes to his device. ]
The card was signed with your name. Do you think someone's playing a joke?
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Maybe? I don't usually send stuff like that. If I wanted to get you something, I'd bring it to you myself, especially something fun like that.
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You wouldn't have to get me anything, just so you know. But if you ever wanted to hang out again, that'd be... cool.
[ cool? finn pls. ]
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I'd be down for that. What'd you like to do?
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Well, I'm living in a different apartment now. At the high-rises. But you'd definitely be welcome to come over sometime.
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Hey, we'll be neighbors soon. I'll be moving there in a few days. Getting me a sweet new contract. I like to shake things up.
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Yeah, I was contracted to someone else as sort of a last-minute favor, but I decided to set something up with someone from home after that expired.
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What's your poison? We can toast new contracts, and then you can't say I never brought you anything.
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[ and definitely not anything that pink. ]
I'll try whatever you like. [ it's an approach that has enabled him to sample a lot of different drinks, more than he would have known to even try on his own. ] Did you want to come over later tonight?
A million years later. Sorry!!
All right. I'll surprise you, and sure. I can come over later. What time works for you?
no worries at all!
[ and he might be including her in that category. ]
How does 8 sound?
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[Cinder is never really the right on time sort, so it's 20 after that she knocks on the door with a big bottle of fireball whiskey dangling from her fingertips. She's wearing a green pea coat, bare legged, but has on a well worn pair of lace up boots that hit just below her calf, scuffed to hell and back with thick socks peeking over the tops.]
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He's always a little surprised by her height, but not necessarily in a bad way, head tilting slightly as he steps back a few paces to give her room to come in. ]
Fireball? [ He's trying to read the label between her fingers. ] Never had that before.
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[She offers it over and steps inside. Unfastening the coat, she shrugs it off her shoulders, revealing a fluffy purple sweater that hangs down a little past upper thighs. Whatever might be under it remains to be seen.]
Nice digs. Thanks for the invite.
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[ They've never really had the conversation about inviting anyone else over, but he can't imagine Poe and Rey would have any real complaints about it; besides, it's not as if he's going to spend time with someone in the room they've all designated as theirs, or their bed for that matter, not when there are plenty of other rooms in this apartment to use.
He steps into the adjacent kitchen, but only for a second so he can grab two glasses, and then returns with both of them balanced in one hand. ]
You can put that anywhere. [ The coat, he means, offering her a slightly crooked smile as he takes a seat on the couch and sets both bottle and glasses on the low table in front of himself. ] Did you want a drink first, or...?