( not like it's the strangest berth he's been. not by a long shot. no andarian cutpurses to speak of, no one trying to wring his neck over a bounty gone sour thirty years ago? yeah, he'll take it.

not having chewie's the hardest thing.

(he's not thinking about leia. he's not thinking about ben, or rey, or the falcon. the fight. the fall. smugglers learn to compartmentalize. it's the job. you put everything away.)

— but he keeps turning to his right to make some offhanded comment and not having a seven and a half foot walking carpet that smells like a sindarakish bog? yeah. it's damn startling. they've been side-by-each more of han's life now than not.

so han's crankier than usual, which is why when your character grabs something to eat from the food truck he speaks up: )

It tastes like crap, you know.

( does it? maybe. )

username: han.solo

I'm looking for a Wookie. If you don't know what that means, go away.

( ooc; hmu! han can be found wandering around, studiously avoiding any chance of empathy bonds, engaging in criminal underbelly shenanigans/etc! or ping me at vitarays and i'll write you a custom thing. han's a grumpy old bastard so take his antisocial bah humbuggery with a grain of salt, i am all about those tags! ♥ )