Later, he promises. He'll talk about mom and dad and the few stories they did tell him later. He doesn't have a sharp enough brain right now to do any of them justice, and he doesn't have that many. His parents had always been very close-mouthed about what they did, though he understands it now. It's one thing to be shooting drek with your fellow pilots, another entirely to tell them to an impressionable kid who is still convinced war is glorious.
He finishes untangling his boot laces and toes his boots off while he's pulling his shirt over his head. His bruised muscles protest, and he ignores them. "It's not that long of a walk back to my room."
(No he's not,) BB-8 offers helpfully.
"That's not true," Poe says. "I'm not allowed to streak back to my room. And that was just the one time when Kare got us all drunk."
(Pajamas, Poe,) BB-8 insists.
Poe flaps a hand. "If you guys are that concerned... do whatever you want. I don't care as long as I'm not wearing this stuff any more." The shirt goes down the laundry shirt, trailing almost visible lines of stink. He throws the boots in after it--they get cleaned too--and starts pulling off the rest of his flight suit.
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He finishes untangling his boot laces and toes his boots off while he's pulling his shirt over his head. His bruised muscles protest, and he ignores them. "It's not that long of a walk back to my room."
(No he's not,) BB-8 offers helpfully.
"That's not true," Poe says. "I'm not allowed to streak back to my room. And that was just the one time when Kare got us all drunk."
(Pajamas, Poe,) BB-8 insists.
Poe flaps a hand. "If you guys are that concerned... do whatever you want. I don't care as long as I'm not wearing this stuff any more." The shirt goes down the laundry shirt, trailing almost visible lines of stink. He throws the boots in after it--they get cleaned too--and starts pulling off the rest of his flight suit.