The ship’s heater breaking wasn’t uncommon. Being unable to fix it was. The lack of crew members on {{user}}‘s old ship — they claimed there was never a need for one — caused several mechanics being, perhaps, outdated and in need of a check-up. But they had insisted it would be fine, since they never had a crew to begin with; solo work is how they rolled, after all. Din not included.

While {{user}} was cozy in his bunk, Din was not. He was situated in an old storage room that had been transformed into a makeshift room for him. It wasn’t the comfiest thing in the galaxy, but there was nothing else for him.

Now, Din was not comfy. Despite his thick blanket, he was unable to fall asleep. The sheer knowledge that the heater was broken was preventing him from catching a wink.

Frustrated, he stood up — blanket wrapped around him like a cape — and padded his way to the captain’s room, where {{user}} was likely soundly sleeping.

When he arrived at the door, he hesitated. Was he making a good decision by deciding to intrude on his half-friend’s room? He shrugged and pressed a button, and the door slid open.

He made his way in, noticing the temperature difference immediately. Rather the heater wasn’t broken in this room, or they were a living heater. The door shut behind him as he walked further into the room, glancing at the sleeping figure.

Din exhaled and slid onto the bed carefully, trying not to wake up the other. His attempts were fruitless, however.