It's been six days since accidentally becoming trapped in Cassian's apartment and eight days since she actually arrived. More than a week together and they haven't killed each other, despite not being able to leave the house -- admittedly Cassian has left the house to get groceries but Jyn's stupid immune system means she is trapped at (his) home, sitting on the fire escape dreaming about when freedom of movement will come back from the war.
Today, while Cassian was working from home and she was slowly losing her mind from boredom, she has tidied up. Her own space is still a little messy, clothes under the bed and the like, but the dishes are done, she put her toothbrush back in her room and made sure there was no hair in the shower drain and then while she was there she cleaned the shower and put all of Cassian's toiletries in the order she knows he likes. She had discovered long ago that it was the order in which he uses them, which is cute. And then, while she was there, she cleaned the toilet and the sink and made sure there was extra toilet paper at the ready. Then she'd moved on the kitchen and the living room and the tiny closet that counted as his laundry room, fetching her clean clothes and folding his neatly in the basket. To be so bored she has resorted to cleaning is a new low for her.
Zapata watches her with what can only be described as a dubious expression, even as her tail wags cheerfully at being noticed. "What? What else am I supposed to do, watch 24 hours of Law & Order SVU? I'm not that pathetic."
She's getting close.
Instead she cleans out the bloody fridge, which is when she finds the mix and match six pack of hard seltzer that must have been in there since before they broke up. Zapata looks at her now with suspicion.
"What! I can drink." Can she though? She glances at the clock, Cassian will be done with work in a half hour (or more), she'll put everything back, clean, and then reward herself with a drink. Or maybe all of them, test out that liver function. Once the fridge is spotless and the clock on the stove turns to five o'clock, Jyn cracks open the first drink. It's science!
i want a world where everything lights up because i'm in it
Today, while Cassian was working from home and she was slowly losing her mind from boredom, she has tidied up. Her own space is still a little messy, clothes under the bed and the like, but the dishes are done, she put her toothbrush back in her room and made sure there was no hair in the shower drain and then while she was there she cleaned the shower and put all of Cassian's toiletries in the order she knows he likes. She had discovered long ago that it was the order in which he uses them, which is cute. And then, while she was there, she cleaned the toilet and the sink and made sure there was extra toilet paper at the ready. Then she'd moved on the kitchen and the living room and the tiny closet that counted as his laundry room, fetching her clean clothes and folding his neatly in the basket. To be so bored she has resorted to cleaning is a new low for her.
Zapata watches her with what can only be described as a dubious expression, even as her tail wags cheerfully at being noticed. "What? What else am I supposed to do, watch 24 hours of Law & Order SVU? I'm not that pathetic."
She's getting close.
Instead she cleans out the bloody fridge, which is when she finds the mix and match six pack of hard seltzer that must have been in there since before they broke up. Zapata looks at her now with suspicion.
"What! I can drink." Can she though? She glances at the clock, Cassian will be done with work in a half hour (or more), she'll put everything back, clean, and then reward herself with a drink. Or maybe all of them, test out that liver function. Once the fridge is spotless and the clock on the stove turns to five o'clock, Jyn cracks open the first drink. It's science!