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Destination: Tropical
“I’ve been thinking a little about this place lately.”
Roaming around with no place in mind isn’t all that unfamiliar to him these days. If he’s behind honest, the first few months of being the Captain of his own ship had been fun. He appreciated being able to go wherever he wanted, see whatever it was that he wanted to see, play in any sabacc game he heard about, drink the booze of many worlds and meet some new people. In some ways, it was everything he ever wanted and exactly what he’d hoped for.
Something was missing, though. A feeling that gnawed at him regularly without knowing exactly what it was.
”I’m heading to a warm, tropical climate and I think I’m gonna be on the planet for a couple of days. I’m wondering what what everybody in the nexus would pack, if they were going somewhere sunny.”
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He’s not sure that he needed to explain his joke or not, but he felt like it was a clever thing to say. And Han was alright with calling attention to the fact that he can be smart in front of her. He wanted to impress Leia as badly as he’d ever wanted to impress anyone.
If she happens to be looking at Han, the moment she asks her question, the young man winces. It hadn’t even dawned in him how that might sound to her. “It’s not like that.” He says, shaking his head. “I grew up on the streets, Leia. I spent about as many years having to sleep on a padded roll on the ground as I have in a real bed. You just get in the habit of looking for places you might need to go ... if things start to go sideways.”
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