Morgan had often unabashedly worn or done things entirely meant to try appealing or teasing the man he loved and he'd at least admit internally that's what this vest thing was about. The Firrerreo could appreciate a nice corset vest- he had something similar he'd been thinking of trying out in his apartment closet somewhere among a hundred other things- but he'd hesitated it bringing it out for reasons that still eluded him.
Golden eyes visibly softened at the mention twilight and skylines. Jaikus' changes in expression and genuine behaviour made Morgan uncomfortable just as much as he appreciated them. Without meaning to he was beginning to relax in what felt like the first time in a long while. It was always easy for him to tell when someone else was just being themselves as compared to the kindd of fawning, political mask that nobles always tended to wear.
But it still wasn't easy for the Firrerreo to let go of the long-standing way he'd handled other people ingrained on him nearly since birth. It was just the way his family had always been even with their own children. Casual warmth was a foreign concept even if he liked it.
"I rarely visit," Morgan replied after an uncomfortably long pause. It was the honest answer. Since he'd gone out into the greater galaxy he could even be accused- and had been- of avoiding his ancestral home. He was quiet again for another few moments. "It rarely ever goes well. But..." A complicated expression very briefly crossed his face.
"Maybe one day. Fair warning, Wallflower, it's a high gravity world. You're not going to collapse on me, are you?" And just like that he was back to the fanged and mischievous grin. As much as the events on Serenno had annoyed him Morgan found he was having much more fun than expected with the Axxilian marauder. He was bold and genuine and the Sith Lord honestly didn't entirely know how to handle that.
The trip would pass fairly uneventfully. It was only a day's travel and Jaikus had his own room, instructed not to try and enter either the captain's room or a particular sealed storage room down the hallway. The marauder was offered food but from a relatively nice pre-prepared brand rather than Morgan cooking it himself despite the obvious abundance of ingredients he kept stored. If asked he only said he didn't want to and changed the subject.
It was in the middle of eating that an alarm went off in the cockpit. Morgan immediately leapt to his feet- and the ship rocked as it was pulled from lightspeed and laser fire struck shields, threatening to send both men off-balance. The Firrerreo unceremoniously ripped the droid pilot from its seat and flung himself into its place, dragging the controls over with a snarl. Clearly he was a combat pilot because his evasive maneuvers were nowhere near gentle.
"Who-!?" he exclaimed, glancing at the sensors but unable to keep an eye on them while he flew. They were still in Sith space, how was this possible?
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