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“I think you need a drink.”
“Copaani mirshmure'cye?(1)”
“...from you, maybe.”
There was a smug on the teenage boy’s face before he leaned in more.
The two teenagers walked the night down the Coruscant streets, still wearing their battle-worn armours. The two received many stares -- especially due to their outfits.
The elder was donning a black helmet with feline-like ears, a black scarf covering the front armour and a shiny black tabard over a long black shirt. The younger boy had his left hand hung over the elder’s shoulders as he limped while holding a bottle of glowing turquoise liquid (2). His armour was quite dishevelled, presenting the image that he got into a scruff and was drinking to relieve himself. He had a grey cloak draping behind him and his armour shone under the glistening neon lights. His green helmet was held by the elder.
At any number of glances, anyone would immediately recognize the two as Mandalorians.
“Y’know,” the boy started. “A bottle of spotchka would have been nice to have after that long shoot-out,” that earned a short sigh from the elder. “But this sweet jaden milkshake is oddly satisfying,” he held the bottle up, grinning in triumph. The two halted in their steps as he almost fell backwards.
“Please make this easier for me, Boba,” the elder grumbled, clear enough for the boy to hear. Boba simply laughed as he tried to stand upright by himself.
“I am just glad to be able to share the triumph with you,” he leaned over and nudged his head to the elder -- resembling an affectionate headbutt of any feline species. Perhaps he was trying to speak in the elder’s language…?
There was a tinge of light blush from the other’s cheeks.
“Aidan,” the younger bounty hunter suddenly hugged the elder. “I am glad you’re here,” the hug tightened. Boba rested his head on her right shoulder.
She awkwardly hugged back with his helmet still in her left hand. “I am happy to be here, too,” she whispered reassuringly. One Twi’lek lady walked pass the two with an annoyed look.
“Dad and I are more than happy to be able to assist a wanderer,” the hug broke as Boba tried to make eye contact with the other. He was a few inches taller. “This is the way.”
It was hard to take him seriously in that state. He was definitely high from the sweetness of the drink he was having, feeling like he could let out all of his feelings and thoughts at that exact moment. His grin was smug but also childish, his eyes shone like that of a child with candy at sight.
“Thank you,” Aidan said quietly.
Any other moment, she would have retorted with a witty remark, teasing him. Alas, she was too touched to banter at that moment.
Especially not when the Force was dancing so gleefully around him.
It was a rare occurrence -- considering that he had always reeked of pain, grief and anger that he had gathered in the previous years -- before finally reuniting with his father, alive.
“Let’s go back,” the elder uttered, leading the way. Boba seemed to be able to walk by himself so she didn’t bother to offer her shoulder anymore. A glance at his blank expression, she continued, “…though, Jango is not going to like the state you are in right now.”
The younger boy seemed to grimace as he warily eyed the bottle in his hand.
“At least I am not bringing back spotchka this time.”
“At least.”