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[pneumo]

I need a picture of the gorgeous woman, does anyone have any??

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;; sad old man noooo

[pneumo]

[ It draws him away from Sascha who, seeking the comfort that comes with the human's scent and warmth, tries to follow. He curls after the Jedi, knees drawing themselves up a little as he tries to slide in closer. It's not quite spooning since his forehead will wind up ducked against Obi-wan's back, but it's close. ]

[beardstrokes]

[ He opens his eyes briefly, breathing sharply. Shameful. For a moment, he considers getting up. Perhaps sleeping on the floor.

But he gave his word.

It's not about him, it's about Sascha. He shouldn't get carried away with his own problems. ]

[pneumo]

[ He should especially try not to work his heart rate up too much, because the higher that goes the closer Sascha tries to get in his sleep, drawn by the comforting sound of a warm, beating heart. ]

[beardstrokes]

[ Eventually he manages to settle in a state of calm and slumber. If his expression creases in his sleep, it passes by quickly enough. A testament to his training. ]