Date: 2019-06-09 03:46 am (UTC)
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He gave her a realer smile, and ducked into the bedroom.

Their belongings had been moved in for them. Yet another opportunity for the Empire to search and monitor everything. Not a problem: the few Alliance items he'd brought with him were safe with Kaytoo in their shuttle, hidden out in the city. (…Kay knew not to expect him there for a while.)

Still, it wasn't hard to find his non-uniform trousers, traveling boots, and a less formal shirt and jacket. He'd fold the uniform items at perfect regulation angles out in the living room and quickly change. Never took him more than minutes.

It occurred to him that women's fashions were ridiculous and sometimes required assistance in getting on or off… but decided to wait to be asked rather than offer.

He gave a cursory look at himself in the unavoidable mirror. He hated them and would have preferred not to have one, but tools of the trade, and not making waves. It still seemed like such a bad joke: with his hair at regulation crop, and clean-shaven, how much younger he looked.
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