Finn laughs at the mental image of a bunch of pilots streaking through the halls, because who wouldn't? "I wouldn't want you to get in trouble. Come on, BB-8, show me the way. Poe, we'll be right back. Don't fall asleep in the water."
It's said jokingly; he knows Poe is better than that, even this tired. So he follows a whirring BB-8 out and down the hallway, which really isn't that far away. Officer's privilege, he's sure. "All right, where do I look?" Poe seems to organize in that 'pass military inspection by the skin of his teeth' way.
(It should be over in this drawer! It's not, but you should look here anyway, I know Poe wants to show you this stuff.)
"All right, let's see if--" He slams the drawer shut, feeling heat on his face, and Finn gapes for a moment. "Uh. Hey. Uh. Where else--that wasn't, uh. His pajamas."
(My bad! They're over here with the other clean laundry.)
"You're laughing at me, BB." Finn snatches the pajamas and rushes back to the showers, hoping the mortification on his face dies down before then. Or if it doesn't, that Poe's still in the shower and doesn't see it.
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It's said jokingly; he knows Poe is better than that, even this tired. So he follows a whirring BB-8 out and down the hallway, which really isn't that far away. Officer's privilege, he's sure. "All right, where do I look?" Poe seems to organize in that 'pass military inspection by the skin of his teeth' way.
(It should be over in this drawer! It's not, but you should look here anyway, I know Poe wants to show you this stuff.)
"All right, let's see if--" He slams the drawer shut, feeling heat on his face, and Finn gapes for a moment. "Uh. Hey. Uh. Where else--that wasn't, uh. His pajamas."
(My bad! They're over here with the other clean laundry.)
"You're laughing at me, BB." Finn snatches the pajamas and rushes back to the showers, hoping the mortification on his face dies down before then. Or if it doesn't, that Poe's still in the shower and doesn't see it.