If it inspires, could you do “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”, please?

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Thank youuu!! I was inspired 😛 

So sorry this took so long- I hope you enjoy it!! 

[In which the cold makes Cassian crabby. ]

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If it was up to him, Cassian wouldn’t ever frequent The Tauntaun’s Heart. It was a waste of time and resources and against at least six Alliance regulations but so far none of Command had bothered to shut it down. When asked, the Princess said it was because “it’s good for morale,” but Cassian suspected she knew that if she tired, she’d have a mutiny on her hands. 

At some point, the makeshift club and its regulars had given up all pretense of subtlety and everyone– even sentients Cassian deemed reasonably sensible– seemed to know about it and stopped by at least once a standard week. 

Although they didn’t have to name it, he thought sullenly, standing against the wall near one of the jury-rigged space heaters. They were units originally deemed too damaged or too dangerous to be worth repairing, but repaired anyway by some devoted soldier. Along with the crush of bodies that tended to populate the makeshift dance floor, the room was often by far the warmest on Echo Base. This meant it was still mildly chilly around the edges, but better than the crushing cold that seemed to permeate most of the base. 

If there was anything Cassian couldn’t handle, he was beginning to think it was the extreme cold. Not that he’d let it show, of course, but the constant vacuum of the cold seemed to suck the life out of him. Despite being a morning person for as long as he could remember, every morning on Hoth seemed to be another struggle to pull himself out of bed. 

He sniffed and wrinkled his nose. The room even smelled like tauntaun– another reason to hate Hoth. Jyn, of course, loved the damn things. She had her favorite that she called Taunty and quickly proved herself a skilled rider. The first time she went on patrol, he volunteered to go with her and returned wheezing with hives breaking out on his hands where he’d touched his tauntaun while saddling her. 

Jyn had to practically drag him to the medbay and that night, sleeping off an adrenaline shot and a truly massive dose of antihistamines, he decided Hoth was simply against him in general. There was no other explanation. Now, Jyn went on patrols with another soldier, some blue-eyed, square-jawed ensign  called Tivioll Arden. 

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