Fives waves the bathroom light on and just... stops and stares at the mirror, startled by Jedao's face staring back at him. "Well, that's something, at least." He reaches out to press his hand to the cool glass over the reflection of Jedao's chest. "Be happier if I could touch you, but... I'm fine," he adds, dropping his hand again. "Probably should be bothered hearing your voice in my head, but-" He shrugs. "I'm not really.
"Just how young do I look?" he asks, since Jedao is apparently the only one who can see him in full, though he does tip his head down to give himself a more thorough examination. Younger, leaner, wiry with muscle instead of heavily padded with it, all the battle scars along his chest and arms and shoulders gone, though that still leaves the liberal assortment of scars he'd collected in training.
He runs a hand down his chest and belly and sighs, exasperated at how gangly he feels. Force, he'd thought he was so hardboiled back as a cadet. "Can't be more than eight or nine, I don't think," he adds, scratching absently at the thin trail of hair disappearing beneath the sagging waistband of his blacks.
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"Just how young do I look?" he asks, since Jedao is apparently the only one who can see him in full, though he does tip his head down to give himself a more thorough examination. Younger, leaner, wiry with muscle instead of heavily padded with it, all the battle scars along his chest and arms and shoulders gone, though that still leaves the liberal assortment of scars he'd collected in training.
He runs a hand down his chest and belly and sighs, exasperated at how gangly he feels. Force, he'd thought he was so hardboiled back as a cadet. "Can't be more than eight or nine, I don't think," he adds, scratching absently at the thin trail of hair disappearing beneath the sagging waistband of his blacks.