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Moving into the Bad Batch’s ship was already stressful on its own, but honestly you were more worried about them silently judging your living habits.
These guys were so used to being on the run, going from one mission to the next. They didn’t seem to have any keepsakes or objects of sentimental value, only carrying what they need. They sleep at the strangest hours of each cycle and mainly only snack on nutrient bars, unless they somehow have the spare time to sit down for a meal. All kinds of weapons line the walls, and the ship always has some sort of strange smell that they’ll either blame on each other or ignore.
You, on the other hand, aren’t as used to a chaotic lifestyle. You joined them a bit out of the blue, and you tend to stick to the schedule you’re used to from your own planet. You’ve kept quite a few things from home with you as well, which you tend to hide in the corner of your bunk so no one sees. You don’t want them to think you’re a liability because you have attachments and need comfort objects to sleep. You don’t want them to think you regret coming with them either.
One afternoon, though, it’s pretty quiet and you take the opportunity to relax until you get to your next destination. You curl up in your bunk with the blanket a friend made you back home, inhaling the scent. You also take out a few plushies from your suit case and cuddle with them, grabbing your holopad to browse anything interesting.
You reply to some messages from your friends, hoping it’ll reach them despite the slow transmission speeds out here. Tech also set up a filter on the ships network, which is supposed to guard you from being tracked. If the new empire finds out about where any of you are, you’re all in big trouble.
“Hi Y/N!”
You jump at Wrecker’s booming voice entering the room.
He retracts a bit, noticing your alarm, “Oh. Sorry, am I bothering you?”
“No not at all,” you shake your head. “I was just having some me-time I guess,”
“I have that sometimes,” he nods, scanning your little set up. “Whoa! Is that a tooka doll?!”
“Yeah…”
“You have two?!” he gasps and grabs them from beside you. “That’s awesome!”
“You don’t…think it’s weird to have toys at my age?”
He stares at you in genuine confusion, “What?”
You sigh, “I thought you guys would think I’m not tough enough because I need them to sleep,”
“That’s weird. I have one to sleep and I’m the toughest guy here!” he grins, flexing his arms. “Hang on, I’ll show you mine!”
He shuffles over to his bunk and grabs and red and black doll.
“This is Lula!” he wiggles it around in the air. “I’ve had her for as long as I can remember!”
“Aww, I love her,” you laugh, walking your dolls towards his. “Maybe ours can be friends,”
“Whoa really?!” he beams. “Yes!!”
“Will you guys quiet down back there?” you hear Tech say, making you both burst into laughter again.
“SORRY!” Wrecker yells back. “Well, I’ll let you get back to your me-time,”
“Actually,” you grab his arm before he leaves. “I don’t mind your company,”
“You don’t?” his face lights up.
“Nope,” you lift your blanket a bit so he can join you under it.
“That’s so awesome!” he bonks his head crawling in, but eventually settles next to you, “I like spending me-time with you,”
You smile, leaning on his shoulder, “Me too.”