"You smell nice." Which is a normal thing for normal people to say in a normal conversation. Even Jyn, who has the social skills of a porcupine, realizes that this is largely inappropriate, but she doesn't take it back.
He does smell nice.
"Come on." With her arm looped around his waist, she tugs him out of the elevator. He's higher than her, almost the penthouse, but the apartments are all the same according to Lando and Bodhi. She likes Bodhi, a sweet and incidental Victor who managed to win almost solely because he outlasted everyone else in a frigid desert. He'd won the year before her, gentle compared to the sheer violence of Jyn's win. Both of 12's tributes are still inexplicably alive, but Baze and Chirrut is mentoring them this year. Jyn thinks he and Baze are giving Bodhi a break, as if it will soothe his shaky anxiety.
"Which side is yours?" She can't remember if there is another Victor from 11. Maybe he has the run of the place.
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He does smell nice.
"Come on." With her arm looped around his waist, she tugs him out of the elevator. He's higher than her, almost the penthouse, but the apartments are all the same according to Lando and Bodhi. She likes Bodhi, a sweet and incidental Victor who managed to win almost solely because he outlasted everyone else in a frigid desert. He'd won the year before her, gentle compared to the sheer violence of Jyn's win. Both of 12's tributes are still inexplicably alive, but Baze and Chirrut is mentoring them this year. Jyn thinks he and Baze are giving Bodhi a break, as if it will soothe his shaky anxiety.
"Which side is yours?" She can't remember if there is another Victor from 11. Maybe he has the run of the place.