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“What are you doing to my droid?” Poe asked exasperatedly.
“Yours?” Anais said. “BB-8 is a free man.” Demonstrating her point, she placed the crown of grass she had been weaving onto his round head. BB-8 beeped his agreement.
“The freest,” Poe said dryly, eyeing the various garlands she'd already draped over him. He was more green than anything else at this point.
“Come on, BB.” Anais huffed. “We don't need to take this.”
BB-8 followed her loyally as she made her way through the hangar. Poe shook his head, watching them go. He didn’t need any help right now, and BB-8 liked to roam when they weren't busy. Anais was his favorite, but undoubtedly he'd find Rey or Finn later, or bump into the general and offer his services. He might even find and bother Chewie for a while, or try and impress R2D2. Maybe Poe would find him gossiping with another member of the squadron.
In any case, Anais was right. BB-8 did what he wanted when Poe didn't need him, and even sometimes when he did. He wouldn't keep him from his adventures.
They'd meet again soon, anyway.
No matter where BB-8 went, he always came back.