[ Frankly, he doesn't care whose room they end up in at this point. Wait, they? That's. Ok, yes, that's what's happening, because Poe has cued in. Arthur walks alongside the other pilot, the trip from the hangar pretty boring and they probably dodge some droids and look busy enough that no one seriously bothers them.
Eventually, they get to Poe's quarters and he can feel that agitation under his skin trying to peak, a pink flush spreading from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. ]
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[ Frankly, he doesn't care whose room they end up in at this point. Wait, they? That's. Ok, yes, that's what's happening, because Poe has cued in. Arthur walks alongside the other pilot, the trip from the hangar pretty boring and they probably dodge some droids and look busy enough that no one seriously bothers them.
Eventually, they get to Poe's quarters and he can feel that agitation under his skin trying to peak, a pink flush spreading from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. ]