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"KARK!"
The curse was followed by a crash that echoed throughout the ship. Sighing, Ty Yorrick looked up and activated the comm in front of her pilot seat.
"What happened this time?"
"The kriffing box of hair products wasn't secured properly! I told Sskeer to use the repulsorlift, not his arm! It fell on my arm, and worse, damaged one of my favourite hairdryers!" came the indignant reply from her girlfriend.
Ty rolled her eyes at Keeve's distress.
"Weren't Jedi supposed to have few material posessions?"
"My hair is my life, ok? I really do need these things." Though Ty didn't have hair herself, she knew humans placed a lot of cultural value on it, and she respected that. She was still going to rib Keeve about it though.
"I promise I'd love you just the same without your hair." It was pretty amazing, though. Ty loved running her fingers slowly through it, eliciting incredible noises from Keeve, who would then-
"That's not what you said last night." Keeve had been thinking of the same thing, apparently. There was definitely a note of desire underneath the teasing tone of her voice.
"Get a room, you two," admonished Kayel, shaking his head. Ty flitted her eyes over the controls. It didn't need her to be physically piloting all the time... Setting the ship to autopilot, she started towards the area where the crash had come from.
After all, it was good to loosen up, right?