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[i_love_kettch]

[OOM: Home, and shopping, and X-wings are clearly the superior starfighter.]

"--okay, so a Bothan walks into--"

The door swings shut behind him as he realises that he hasn't walked into the main corridor on-base -- Wes is back in Milliways, with his orange flightsuit, bag on his shoulder and a blaster on his right hip and-- is that a sword on his

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[slayer_fray]

Slayer.

Skaterug.

Hovering a few feet away.

MAJOR case of the shinylust.

'M just sayin'.

[i_love_kettch]

Now really, anyone on a flying skaterug thingy has no right getting all 'ooh shiny' over a sword that trails sparks.

Wes'll still play it though. He's like that.

So when he spots Mel, he grins sideways at her and says, "Any requests?"

They'll all me squiggles, 'course.

[slayer_fray]

"Does it do anything other than squiggles?" she asks, leaning forward and gliding closer.

Like, killing things? Killing things would be jake.

[i_love_kettch]

Kills in the right hands, i.e., not Wes', but he thinks she just means the art.

"Hey, 's not squiggles. Masterpieces. I could've been an artist if I hadn't gone into flyin', y'know."

Cause all the best artists draw sparks in the air.

[slayer_fray]

Mel's hands. Those are right hands.

She tilts her head, watching the masterpieces appear.

"What's that supposed to be?"

[i_love_kettch]

Wes glances at her warily after the last mass of squiggles, then says (just a bit defensively), "Star Destroyer."

Well, it's triangle-shaped, anyway.

[slayer_fray]

"OK."

She tilts her head more. And some more.

"Okaaay... I see it now."

Mel has no idea what a Stardestroyer is.

[i_love_kettch]

"You're jus' humouring me," Wes says with a rueful grin.

He doesn't care though.

He draws a circle idly, then lowers the blade to peer at Mel. "So did I miss anythin' while I was away? No, um, more weird clothes and sayings and things?"

He glances round as he says this.

Perhaps at a fourth wall.

[slayer_fray]

"Yep," Mel says, cheerfully. "I have no idea what a Stardestroyer is.

"No, no wierd clothes or anythin'. Missed the fun of a rescue mission to the end of time, but that's about it."

No one waves at Wes from the otherside of a fourth wall.

[i_love_kettch]

"Pfft, gotta correct that at some point then. Go attack one in the sims."

Wes ponders this for a moment. He recalls a conversation with Brian about rescue missions to the end of time, but he supposes Mel doesn't mean for socks.

"Did it go well? I mean, even though you didn't have my wonderful assistance."

[slayer_fray]

"Got her back, yeah," she confirms. "Lost no one. That's what matters.

"Where did you go?"

[i_love_kettch]

"'s always good, yeah," he agrees with a real smile, not a silly grin. "People surviving missions."

He shakes his head.

"Just home. Figured I'd been hiding out here long enough, y'know?" Something like that.

[slayer_fray]

"Yeah, I know." Mel can can hide her envy that other people can go home. "Get up to anything fun?"

[i_love_kettch]

Wes grins a little. "I never do anythin' that's not fun. But nothing partic'ly exciting. Painted Wedge's door pink."

He might've done. He decides he's done a lot of pranks his mun has no idea of.

[slayer_fray]

"Really?

"Why?"

Mel's only smirking a leeeetle tiny bit.

[i_love_kettch]

"...cause he's Wedge and his door needed to be pink."

Justification? Whut?