[Cassian grabs his phone from the bedstand as it buzzes, half dressed and laying on his too soft bed with a good view of the ceiling. He wasn't asleep, that rarely ever happened, but he had been recharging and trying to let go of some tension.
He rubs at one eye as he stares at the text before slipping out of his bed and tugging a shirt on over his head. He messes up his own hair with a hand running through it and shifts to his feet, sliding them into his shoes and tugging his door open.
He has no idea if this is going to be a purely text convo or if this is more along the lines of a 'need to not be alone' thing, but he doesn't feel like staying in his room for it.]
Hallway. What's going on?
[Because everything is always three words away from an emergency for Cassian.
no subject
He rubs at one eye as he stares at the text before slipping out of his bed and tugging a shirt on over his head. He messes up his own hair with a hand running through it and shifts to his feet, sliding them into his shoes and tugging his door open.
He has no idea if this is going to be a purely text convo or if this is more along the lines of a 'need to not be alone' thing, but he doesn't feel like staying in his room for it.]
Hallway. What's going on?
[Because everything is always three words away from an emergency for Cassian.