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Vader startled when a projectile hit him in the shoulder. He glanced down and saw a pillow, then looked up and saw Boba staring out the transparisteel innocuously.
“Boba.” Vader said blankly. “Did you just throw a pillow at me?”
“Nope.” Boba replied, though his small grin gave him away. He knew how to keep his face blank with his helmet off, so Vader knew he was being a little shit on purpose.
Wordlessly, he used the Force to pick up every pillow in the room and launch them at Boba. He was rewarded with a slightly choked off laugh.