The Ebon Hawk, In Transit, Saturday Evening

[suitably_heroic]

"I am never, ever, ever dealing with Neimoidians again," Atton groaned, ignoring the fact that his guest was currently conked out in the co-pilot's seat. He smelled of bantha breath and krayt dragon secretions and his hair was stuck to his forehead with a giant goop of-- ugh.

And that was just Atton. The Neimoidian smelled even worse.

But at least it was over with. He hit the throttle to blast away from the station, then collapsed further back into his chair. He could sleep for about a week after this one-- wait. What day was it, anyway?

He squinted down at his chrono and let out another groan. "Great," he said. "Great."

If Mical had told Sparkle anything stupid, he was going to Force choke the guy to within an inch of his life.

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[electrocynic]

How about texts? Or really, just the one. Sarah wasn't in a particularly active mood.

May've fried something in your flat.

Yes, it was because she'd thrown a PMS-y hissyfit in the hallway, complete with a power flare-up. No, she wasn't going to apologize. An advance warning was good enough. (Also it was possible everything was fine, so whatever.)

[suitably_heroic]

Atton squinted.

Wait, who is this? And what did you do to my apartment?!

[electrocynic]

She was also too lazy to include pertinent information like that.

Sarah. There was an electrical surge.

That was one way to put it.

[suitably_heroic]

Please tell me my apartment hasn't blown up. I'm not going to take it very well if my apartment has been blown up.

[electrocynic]

If her phone had been any more advanced there would have been an eyerolling emoji about here.

Flat's fine. Electronics might not be.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton groaned.

How 'not fine' are we talking about?

[electrocynic]

Might need a trip to a specialist, might not work anymore.

[suitably_heroic]

Okay, no more talking to the electronics in my apartment. EVER.

Of course. Because today hadn't been enough of a pain in the ass.

[electrocynic]

Wasn't talking to them. They might also be okay anyway.

It was hard to assess the damage of something that wasn't intentional.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton stared at his phone for a good long while.

Then he stared at the sleeping Neimoidian.

Then he slammed his head against the dashboard.

Okay, slow down, what SPECIFICALLY happened?

[electrocynic]

Sarah made a face.

Irrelevant..

Of course it was.

[suitably_heroic]

You may or may not have fried the thing I make pizza in, Atton typed, My ass it's irrelevant!

[electrocynic]

Christ, you can buy a new one. Or use mine.

She preferred the former though.

[suitably_heroic]

If it's broken, YOU'RE buying me a new one. This has been a very long day, no way I'm dealing with this, too!

He thunked his forehead against the dashboard again.

What're you doing tonight, anyway?

IT HAD BEEN A LONG DAY and she didn't deserve any of his more subtle moves.

[electrocynic]

Watching Geordie Shore.

It had been a long day, and she had the terrible TV taste to go with it.

[suitably_heroic]

You got any room in that schedule?

If not, he'd busy himself bitching about her all night instead.

[electrocynic]

Possibly.

Probably. Although with much eyerolling. It was even happening right now.

[suitably_heroic]

Whatever.

Such a charmer.

Not that he had any interest in charming anyone right now.

Or that was going to stop him from knocking on her door later.

[electrocynic]

Sarah had no interest in being charmed.

That was unlikely to stop her from opening the door for him later.

Back at ya, space boy.