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“I fucking hate sand.” Vader growled under his breath, staring out at the desert surrounding them.
“Do you?” Boba asked, amused.
“It gets everywhere. In clothes, in ships, in the delicate wiring of metal limbs. It’s horrible.”
Boba had to stop himself from laughing. “I don’t know, sand castles-”
“Are for children.”
“Sand isn’t that bad.”
Vader made an offended noise. “It is worse than lava. Believe me, I know.”
Boba shook his head and sighed. “You know, there are other ways to flirt, Vad’ika.”
Vader went quiet for a few moments. “You say that like it wasn’t working.”
“…Maybe.”