[ jyn's always had a temper. it was usually chalked up as reckless and youthful abandon with an exasperated sigh from her father and a stern telling off by her mother, but sometimes -- like when she was unintentionally rude to papa's business friend -- jyn knew mama didn't really mind.
she would probably mind this.
jyn hauls her arm back and pops off, punching cassian in the face with a tiny fist. ]
HE'S MY FRIEND!
[ before anyone can come in and scold her, jyn sprints for the door, little legs speeding her across the floor until she's just a wisp of dark hair disappearing around the door.
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she would probably mind this.
jyn hauls her arm back and pops off, punching cassian in the face with a tiny fist. ]
HE'S MY FRIEND!
[ before anyone can come in and scold her, jyn sprints for the door, little legs speeding her across the floor until she's just a wisp of dark hair disappearing around the door.
whoops? ]