{“Do you know where I can get drop-fang safe teethers? My oldest keeps co-sleeping with his vod’ika, and I know he tends to chomp on one of us when we’re in the same bed as him.”}
~Idk I just love this bit
{There was a rustling from the sleeping mats, and a head of wildly messy red hair came up, sticking up in directions it shouldn’t have, and Obi-Wan had to pull a corner of the blanket he’d been laying on out of his mouth. He’d clearly been worrying away at his fangs, and Alpha wondered if he’d either grow out of the habit later, or if growing fangs just ached that much. He squinted around the room, pouting. “Thinkin too hard, Al’Buir.”
That gross little gremlin reached out for him with a tiny hand, and Alpha was, as all buir’e, weak to his foundling, and came to kneel next to the sleeping mat, pulling the child in for a hug. Obi-Wan always wanted to cling before sleeping and after waking up, but Alpha had to be a mean Buir right now, and used that to help him stand up, letting his body stay between Obi-Wan and the strangers Alpha didn’t know, and ushered the unsteady little fawn in the direction of the kitchen. “Go find Co’Buir, I have some things to do.”
Obi-Wan’s noises were like a wounded tooka kit, but he didn’t argue, half blindly making his way out of the room, and their loud emotions that had woken him up. If nothing, that was reason enough for Alpha to turn to them with an annoyed glare, crossing his arms like they were shinies caught wandering around the natborns barracks after hours like they had a death wish. “I don’t think I have to answer stupid questions, do you?”}
~oh my heart! I just can't!
{Myles pouted. “Is he as upset as his Buir was about us waking him?”
Jango rolled his eyes. “He’s the most forgiving little shit you will ever meet in your life, it’s why Alpha has to be so protective over him. Come on, please, he’s probably going to ask Buir something nerdy and I don’t want to have to listen to it.”}
~bahahaha I love it'
{Jango reached around Kote, using a gentle hand to help pry the small teen off the man, and led him over to the table next to Jaster and a giggling Boba. Of course his little gremlin was giggling, as if he wasn’t the root cause of Obi-Wan’s cranky exhaustion. “I want my Cody.”
Jango sighed, looking through the bags till he found a couple jugs of juice, giving Kote a questioning look till the man pointed at the apple juice. Such a plain juice, Obi-Wan really wanted nothing to do with sustenance. He probably lived off meditation and prayer on Tatooine.
Jango pulled out a sippy cup he’d found in the diaper bag, and looked through the cabinets till he found something that didn’t look breakable for the ad.
See, he had no doubt that Kenobi could keep a hold of it, but there was an expectation that anything within arms reach could be used as a weapon, for him, anyways. It was easier to pick up a probably cracked plastic cup than shattered glass that Boba might step on.
Jango put the cup in front of Obi-Wan, and handed the sippy cup to Boba, who looked pleased from his throne of comfort in Buir’s arms. Buir looked like he was plotting what he’d have to do to win Obi-Wan’s affections as well, but they had time for that. Obi-Wan stared at the cup for longer than strictly necessary, heck cocked to the side like a confused strill pup, and Jango nudged it just a little closer to the kid. That clever little hand shot out and snatched the cup, looking down into it with what seemed like sadness.
“Are you… okay?”
“There’s no straw.”
Kote started looking through drawers as Jango was considering telling him he didn’t really need one, and Jango was seeing exactly why he was the way he was. He turned to give Kote a look as Silas started making up plates for himself and Myles, clearly the two of them being too interested in watching everyone to stop. Myles was looking at Obi-Wan with blatant fascination, and Obi-Wan just kept looking sad till Kote tapped his shoulder and handed him a plastic straw.
Oh manda, those were so bad for the environment. They’d have to find reusable ones. “Kote, you spoil him.”
Kote just shrugged at him. “I will apologize for nothing, in this life or the next. Yes, I spoil him.”
Jango nodded with a little sigh. “Fair. Carry on.”
Two minutes later, Obi-Wan suddenly looked wide awake, probably all that sugar in his system, and looked around in confusion. “Cheese?”
“Yeah, your food is heating up. It’s got cheese.”
Obi-Wan sniffled, thinking hard about life and meditation. Or something like that. Jango had no idea what went on in that little orange head of his. It was probably all peace and flowers or some shit. “I think the Jedi should leave the republic.”
It had, however… not been that?}
~oh just this whole section. I love how it's written and how you write each characters thoughts. And Jaster just vibing as a grandpa
{“Yup! I just think the Mandalorians have a lot in common with us. Should leave that dumb senate behind to suffer having to deal with their own issues for once. Start a commune and grow some carrots.”
“You hate carrots.”
“I hate the taste. I like the crunch. Reminds me of fingers.”
Jango snorted, noting the horrified looks the others gave the kid. He’s such a feral little brat.
Jango wished he’d met him before things got messed up in their first round, he’d have adored him then. }
~ gosh I love feral obi so much! You've made me obsessed with him aha. Love all your stories of big or lil feral obi wan. Love this ending to the chapter! And loved two whole chapter! Gosh I just adore this story so much already! So interesting and loving your writing/portrayal (I don't know if that's the right word) of all of the characters. Just such a freaking good story!
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