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“How about this one?” Fives turns the data pad to Echo.
“Ew. What is that?”
“A rancor,” Fives says, pulling the data pad back.
“It’s heinous,” Echo tells him.
Fives grins. “Well, I like it.”
Echo rolls his eyes. “If you get that tattooed on your face, I will never look at you again.”
“Aw, c’mon, Echo. Don’t be like that.”
“I like to be able to sleep at night, thanks.”
Fives turns the data pad again. “What about this one?”
“Somehow worse.”
Fives types something then gasps. “What about a skull over half of my face?”
“What about no?”
Fives groans loudly. “What about you being supportive of my impulsive decisions?” Checking his chrono, Fives leaps up. “Gotta go. My appointment is in a few minutes. Don’t wanna be late.”
Echo rolls his eyes. “Yeah, because not getting a face tattoo would be a travesty.”
Fives snatches the pillow out from under Echo’s head and pelts it back at him. By the time Echo sits up to retaliate, his brother is gone. Sighing, Echo puts the pillow back under his head and returns to his manuals.
“I’m back!”
Echo wakes with a start and nearly throws his data pad across the room. “Maker, Fives! Do you have to yell like that?”
“Always,” Fives says, perching on the edge of Echo’s mattress.
It takes Echo several seconds to process that Fives is back from getting his tattoo. Fives’ face is shockingly empty for a man who’d been hounding Echo for the past week with examples of obscene, and very permanent, facial markings.
“I thought you were getting a tattoo on your face,” Echo says, pushing himself into a sitting position.
Fives huffs. “Wow. You didn’t even notice. Right here, di’kut!” Turning his head, Fives points to the crisp lines of the number five on his temple.
“That actually looks good,” Echo says incredulously.
“Of course it looks good,” Fives preens. “It’s tasteful.”
Echo grins, relieved Fives didn’t get the rancor…or the half skull.