[ Server chatter, sparkly little ideas, chased down this drabble like a rabbit to its hole. No spice under the cut, it’s just long~ ]
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“You ever take off those fuckin’ things?”
Din pauses and glances down at his hands. “Take off what?”
Cobb nods like he speaks, loose at the connecting points—joints like the lax spaces between his vowels, the drawl of him melted soft under the twin suns. It’s been a long day. His chin angles down, right to where Din holds the edge of one pauldron removed and balanced in his lap for polishing.
