who wakes up first in the morning- neither. they’d sleep all day if they didn’t set an alarm to wake them up (if it had to be one of them, though, it would probably be lando. being baron administrator of cloud city and a general in the rebel alliance is a big responsibility.)

who’s the first to fall asleep at night- lando. as i said before, lots of responsibilities- it’s exhausting work, even compared to the adreneline-fueled life of a smuggler.

what they playfully tease each other over- lando’s cape (not the beautiful silk one, but the nasty one that looks like that itchy blanket everyone’s grandmother had in her closet) and han’s shitty hair (“an entire family of porgs could be nesting in that wreck and i wouldn’t be surprised-” “shut the fuck up”)

what they do when the other’s having a bad day- lando is good with words; he spends hours untangling han’s worries and fears and smoothing them out. han isn’t as gifted in that department, but he makes up for it with dry, if a little cringeworthy humour and affectionate smiles (the kind that make his eyes crinkle at the edges), good-natured shoves and warm embraces that smell like machine oil and blaster fire and the cold, wild emptiness of hyperspace.

how they say ‘i’m sorry’ after arguments- both of them are the type of man who struggles to swallow their pride, so an argument can lead to weeks or even months of the silent treatment. until han cracks a joke so bad that lando has to respond and deflate his ego, or han notices lando’s smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes anymore and chokes down his pride enough to apologise.

which one’s more ticklish- han, but he’ll never admit it.

their favourite rainy day activities- racing their freighters across potentially lethal terrains at high speed, followed by an intense make-out session in the rain (and probably a shared shower afterwards because i have needs, damnit)

how they surprise each other- showing up at the other’s current place of residence unannounced and uninvited (and making a huge fuss of the lack of preparation for their arrival)

their most sickening shows of public affection- everyone knows by now their bickering is just thinly-veiled flirting, and wishes they would just get a damned room already

send me a ship!!

who wakes up first in the morning- neither. they’d sleep all day if they didn’t set an alarm to wake them up (if it had to be one of them, though, it would probably be lando. being baron administrator of cloud city and a general in the rebel alliance is a big responsibility.)

who’s the first to fall asleep at night- lando. as i said before, lots of responsibilities- it’s exhausting work, even compared to the adreneline-fueled life of a smuggler.

what they playfully tease each other over- lando’s cape (not the beautiful silk one, but the nasty one that looks like that itchy blanket everyone’s grandmother had in her closet) and han’s shitty hair (“an entire family of porgs could be nesting in that wreck and i wouldn’t be surprised-” “shut the fuck up”)

what they do when the other’s having a bad day- lando is good with words; he spends hours untangling han’s worries and fears and smoothing them out. han isn’t as gifted in that department, but he makes up for it with dry, if a little cringeworthy humour and affectionate smiles (the kind that make his eyes crinkle at the edges), good-natured shoves and warm embraces that smell like machine oil and blaster fire and the cold, wild emptiness of hyperspace.

how they say ‘i’m sorry’ after arguments- both of them are the type of man who struggles to swallow their pride, so an argument can lead to weeks or even months of the silent treatment. until han cracks a joke so bad that lando has to respond and deflate his ego, or han notices lando’s smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes anymore and chokes down his pride enough to apologise.

which one’s more ticklish- han, but he’ll never admit it.

their favourite rainy day activities- racing their freighters across potentially lethal terrains at high speed, followed by an intense make-out session in the rain (and probably a shared shower afterwards because i have needs, damnit)

how they surprise each other- showing up at the other’s current place of residence unannounced and uninvited (and making a huge fuss of the lack of preparation for their arrival)

their most sickening shows of public affection- everyone knows by now their bickering is just thinly-veiled flirting, and wishes they would just get a damned room already

send me a ship!!