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http://ift.tt/2iWOtTN:laughingacademy replied to your post “Maybe?”
YES, DO THE THING
I finished the whole scene, and I think I have more to go, but I don’t want to put it on AO3 unless/until I have enough of a story for there to be, like, plot.
So, here’s just the meet-cute part of a possible Bodhi/Cassian modern AU.
in which I am salty about winter and my hometown, via Bodhi, mostly:
“No fucking shit I’m not from around here,” Bodhi said. “I’m from civilized places where you can park your van at the curb and not get accused of racism by random sled-dog mushers who just let themselves in and judge you for reacting to that like a person who knows they live in Hell now.”
The sled dog musher started laughing; through the ridiculous fur fringe Bodhi could make out that he had a long straight nose and dark eyes and there were crinkles around them like a nice person had. “This place is hell, isn’t it? And horrible people live here.” He peered out the window. “I think he didn’t see me, but is it okay if I sit here a couple more minutes to make sure he isn’t waiting?”
“Now you ask,” Bodhi said. “Now you ask?”
“Well,” the man said. “I mean, there wasn’t time to knock, I’d tried three other car door handles and they were all locked. I actually didn’t notice your engine was running until after I got in.”
“I can imagine the entire animal in your hood probably dampens the sound,” Bodhi said. “This is a work vehicle, I’m not allowed to take on passengers.” He looked glumly at the windscreen, which was still stubbornly coated in frost.
The sled dog guy looked, too, and said, “Oh shit, is that on the inside? Oh what a pain in the ass.”
“I don’t even know how to scrape that,” Bodhi said glumly. “The defrosters aren’t even making a dent. Why do I live in a place like this?”
“Why do you?” Sled Dogs asked.
