Unmasked

[brave_heart_verity]

Verity's sitting on one of the benches around the Forum, all pink braids and French stripes and soft jeans, idly fingering a new ring and studying a brochure someone handed her. Not the Brochure, just a flier for a temporary costume shop. (Both the shop and the costumes being temporary, one of those things is very important when the other disappears.) The pictures are bright and cheerful, almost inappropriately so. This is a highly sanitized, 'safe' for 'children' sort of Halloween being peddled. Meanwhile, Bobbi sniffs around to check for changes to the area and signs of adventure. She's a pupper of valor and courage, ready to take on any strange sniffs and mysterious smells.

"Is your Halloween tradition to put a mask on, or take one off?" The question begins when she lifts her attention to the wider worlds and does the now-habitual mental and visual sweep of her surroundings. As casually as it's asked, she knows this is a deeply probing question, so she'll give anyone wary of answering an easy out. "You coming to the Ball?"

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[twelve_not_fourteen]

She's at least in good company with every other friend that he'll ever have. There are some things he just doesn't talk about; even with the people that he loves. Though, Han's admittedly a little more open with them. It's been said by some people that he's difficult. Those people aren't wrong.

He's only known her in the time that he's been here, so he can't call her out for her attachment turning her into a sap. Besides, it would make him something of a hypocrite to do that - not that that would stop him. He's noticed the tendency in himself too.

"Really?" That's the response she ends up getting. It was selected carefully from a couple of options.

Tummy rubs he feels like he can participate in. Less danger of being licked that way. Have some scritches from a large course hand, lil pup. "Is Bobbi's costume a secret too?"

[brave_heart_verity]

The problem isn't that he's difficult. The problem is that he's difficult and still somehow so fucking charming. That's where the trouble comes from. It's a burden for him, to be sure.

They could be saps about their sweeties together, in a snarky too-cool-for-school kinda way. It might benefit them both to have someone to talk to about these things. Given that they're not great talkers to begin with, they'd be on equal footing when they start, which is another bonus.

She's not sure what he's responding to there. Probably not the flying, she decides, so she gives him a smirk. "Must be some reason so many kinds of aliens kept coming 'round to my planet."

Tummy rubs! Bobbi so so meltingly happy. Pure pupper pleasure. "If it is, it's a really good one, since I don't know yet either."