But when he looks, Cassian isn't listening. He's just processed the fact that the big lumbering shape they just passed isn't another robot, isn't, as he initially told himself, some strangely bedizened beast of burden; he's registered the flare of what might be gills, and the faint, earthy, utterly foreign scent, and most importantly the cool curiosity of the glance it shot him out of one cocked... eyestalk...?
"Holy fuck," he breathes, when he can breathe at all (Grek, after the one quizzical look, has gone on their way unconcerned).
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Date: 2018-12-02 06:39 am (UTC)"Holy fuck," he breathes, when he can breathe at all (Grek, after the one quizzical look, has gone on their way unconcerned).