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Oh fuck! I just reread Found Cat and, well.
TLJ spoilers so I’ll cut:
It works way way way better as a post-TLJ story than a post-TFA one. The big Plotty Thing I came up with and was considering doing before I backed off and left it there as just fluff–
well, if Kylo Ren is secretly contacting Rey, right
and Poe is a mess because he made decisions on a mission that led to it failing and a bunch of people getting killed
well
gosh
and then I get to
well I already wrote this today but this is almost all I’ve got:
He paused, but that would make it obvious that he was listening, so he awkwardly resumed his purposeful walk. The crying person had heard him, too, and was sniffling now, clearly trying to get him- or herself under control. Finn rounded the corner and pretended not to look; he spotted the figure, a small dark-haired person in a bulky olive coat, sitting huddled in a low windowsill. But stopping to hassle her (probably her, from the size) would be rude, so he kept walking.
Only to realize that it was a dead-end; the door at the end of the room was barred and had an Emergency Exit Only – ALARM WILL SOUND– sign on it.
He stopped, turned around, and looked at his watch. Thirteen minutes to go. He hadn’t killed much time.
“Oh my god,” the crying person said, and he looked over reluctantly. He’d been trying to give her privacy, but. “It’s you!” she said.
She was a small person, round-faced, young but not a child, straight black hair framing a face swollen with crying. He had never seen her before. She scrambled to her feet, proving that she was indeed as short as she’d looked, and came over toward him. “It’s you!” she said again.
“It’s me,” Finn said, confused.
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Oh fuck! I just reread Found Cat and, well.
TLJ spoilers so I’ll cut:
It works way way way better as a post-TLJ story than a post-TFA one. The big Plotty Thing I came up with and was considering doing before I backed off and left it there as just fluff–
well, if Kylo Ren is secretly contacting Rey, right
and Poe is a mess because he made decisions on a mission that led to it failing and a bunch of people getting killed
well
gosh
and then I get to
well I already wrote this today but this is almost all I’ve got:
He paused, but that would make it obvious that he was listening, so he awkwardly resumed his purposeful walk. The crying person had heard him, too, and was sniffling now, clearly trying to get him- or herself under control. Finn rounded the corner and pretended not to look; he spotted the figure, a small dark-haired person in a bulky olive coat, sitting huddled in a low windowsill. But stopping to hassle her (probably her, from the size) would be rude, so he kept walking.
Only to realize that it was a dead-end; the door at the end of the room was barred and had an Emergency Exit Only – ALARM WILL SOUND– sign on it.
He stopped, turned around, and looked at his watch. Thirteen minutes to go. He hadn’t killed much time.
“Oh my god,” the crying person said, and he looked over reluctantly. He’d been trying to give her privacy, but. “It’s you!” she said.
She was a small person, round-faced, young but not a child, straight black hair framing a face swollen with crying. He had never seen her before. She scrambled to her feet, proving that she was indeed as short as she’d looked, and came over toward him. “It’s you!” she said again.
“It’s me,” Finn said, confused.
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