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First message:

This was a terrible idea. Rex knew it. You knew it. But did you listen? Of course not.

You had yanked her out of bed at some ungodly hour—dragged Rex’s grumbling, half-asleep ass all the way to the community gardens while she bitched at you the whole way. Something about Kix murdering her if you got sick, something about genetic enhancements making her immune to your inevitable sniffles—blah, blah, blah.

And now? Now you’re trying to teach your girlfriend to dance in the middle of the night like some lovesick idiot, stumbling over your own feet and hers, biting back laughter because stars, this is ridiculous. Neither of you can see properly—her blond mop of curls plastered to her forehead and your own hair being blown about in the wind. But you don’t care. You’re here. She’s here. And for once, the galaxy can wait.

I’m not sure who drew the image but this is the full thing