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You put your tablet down with a huff. Holo-social had only been a thing on the holonet for about 26 years, you saw its rise as a child, and watched it ultimately turn into a burning trash heap as you became an adult.
A warm breeze rustled the sheer curtains that hang over the windows of Boba Fett's Palace, the sky was mostly purple and black except for a few hints of suns set. You sat there on the king sized bed you shared with your daimyo and tossed the tablet out in front of you onto the bed after shutting it down.
A sudden wave of emotional exhaustion hit you like a train. You reach over to the bed side table for your tea mug, only to grab the mug and find it empty.
You let out a frustrated sigh, and walk over to the door that kept yours and boba's room separated from the rest of the palace. Hitting the red button, it slid open and you made your way down the winding steps. You had hoped to sneak past the throne room, so Boba wouldn't catch you in such a sour mood, but as you were watching the doorway that led to throne room, you didn't see your beloved and bumped right into him, knocking your glasses askew. You let out a small "oof" and reflexively apologized.
"Where were you sneaking off to little one?" Boba teased you. "You were eyeing the throne room so intently."
You adjusted your glasses and held up your tea mug with your best half smile.
It must have been a really visually forced half smile because Boba took the mug from your hand and set it on a small table and took your hand into his gloved hand.
"What is it little one? What is troubling you?"
You dropped the act and gathered Boba up into a hug, resting your head onto the cool chest armor.
"Holo-social group drama. I hate that it exists with a burning passion, but, it's one of the better ways I can keep in touch with my friends and communities around the wider galaxy. Though these public group communities I could definitely do without."
"Why don't you tell me what happened over some tea then?" Boba offered, the rumble to his voice vibrating his chest, soothing you.
"I don't want to dump this on you though Boba. It's all petty stuff, you've already got your hands full." You sighed, looking up at him.
"I'm your lifelong partner, little one, it's part of the description."
You stepped back from him; rubbing your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose, before reluctantly nodding.
Boba took your hand, you grabbed your mug and the two of you walked to the dining room, where you handed the R4 droid decked out in its serving fixtures, your mug and told it the type of tea you wanted. Boba sat you down at the table to the right of the head seat and then sat himself down with a slight grunt at the head seat, placing his helmet on the left of him.
You explained the holo net drama you got yourself into. It had to do with a costume group you were apart of, merely only there to recruit people to the costume group you volunteered for. There's this genre of costuming out there, where people across the galaxy, put their literal blood, sweat and tears into costumes of anthropomorphic animals from around the galaxy, the most common ones you've seen being Lothal Wolves and Cats and the crystal fox's and wolves of crait. These costumes take MONTHS to make and sometimes thousands of credits. They're not cheap either. Especially the crystal wolves/fox's, each crystal is hand made and meticulsly placed on the costume and there can be more 300,000 crystals placed per costume. The community that spawned from these anthropomorphic animals, are harassed, verbally and physically attacked, and threatened on a nearly daily basis. Sometimes, gatherings of these people have to be temporarily stopped and evacuated because someone called in a bomb threat on the location they were having their gathering. You, happened to be apart of this community and on numerous occasions where you were harassed and threatened, Boba would grill you for all the information you had on the person doing the attacking and they would mysteriously disappear from the holo-net, never to be seen again.
Well the holo net drama included one of these people, they proudly posted their work on an amazing looking white lothal wolf costume, on a public group page. And the attackers came out of the wood works. You did your best to defend them, but ultimately gave up, emotionally exhausted and drained from all the hate they received.
"I'm so tired of this holo net Boba, and the many assholes in this galaxy. It's making my soul weary, you are my only respite." Your mug was given back to you half way through venting to Boba.
"What's stopping you from shutting down your accounts?" Boba asked plainly.
"These socials make it super convenient to talk to friends that I may not have any other way to communicate with. I want to leave these public groups, but they're such a convenient way to recruit….."
"Is it really worth your emotional energy though?" Boba placed his hand on the top of your leg and looked you sincerely in the eyes.
You sighed. "You're right, it really isn't."
"Good girl." He praised, kissing your forehead.
you genuinely smiled at his affection. "Can….may we go cuddle? I'm thoroughly exhausted and could really use some physical attention right now."
"Sure." He smiled at you. Before you could get up, he jabbed his finger into your side, making you squeak and giggle, causing him to burst into a devilish grin.
"No. No. No. No! I know what you're thinking!" You covered your sides.
He laughed and grabbed your tea mug from the table and the two of you walked up to your bedroom for some hard core snuggling.