Just for that, Cassian flashes him the smile that goes with the rest of it, ingenuously sweet and a little shy. It disappears the second he slides into the proffered seat. "We can't all be fashion icons like you," he says, mildly. (Which is to say, in the particular idiom of wary not-quite-boys, you're not looking half bad yourself.) "That hat's a classic."
Part of him, the part that's still a stupid kid despite his best efforts, wants to just... skip all this. Lean in to press himself against DJ's rangy height, make him laugh, get out of this dive and find somewhere to kiss that smirk off his face, and just... leave business till later. Just for now.
Which is pathetic. What is he, fifteen? Cassian shuts those thoughts down firmly, crosses thin arms on the bar. "Break anything interesting lately?"
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Date: 2019-12-24 03:50 am (UTC)Part of him, the part that's still a stupid kid despite his best efforts, wants to just... skip all this. Lean in to press himself against DJ's rangy height, make him laugh, get out of this dive and find somewhere to kiss that smirk off his face, and just... leave business till later. Just for now.
Which is pathetic. What is he, fifteen? Cassian shuts those thoughts down firmly, crosses thin arms on the bar. "Break anything interesting lately?"