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[flightforfreedom]

You've reached Poe Dameron. I'm off flying something or trying not to get killed, so go ahead and leave a message and I'll get back to you eventually.

 

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[onlydoubts]

[ It's so easy, sitting here with Poe like less than twenty four hours ago, they hadn't been trapped in a literal hell house. Bodhi feels at ease, and if his heart beats a little faster at the man's smile, he can chalk it down to relief of him being here and alive.

He deals the cards, quickly and placing the remainder of the cards on the side before picking up his own hand to check. Hm. Only fifteen. ]

Are you gonna hit, or stay?

[flightforfreedom]

[He checks his cards. 17. But he's never played this game before, and he is terrible at betting because mostly he doesn't care if he loses.]

Yeah, I'll take a hit. Hit me. [He seems amused by the phrase, so a smile curls at his lips.] Wait - do we make bets now, or after?