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[i_love_kettch]

[oom: home.]

When Wes walks through the door, he was expecting the floor on the other side to be a few inches lower. This wouldn't be much of a problem normally -- he does manage to catch himself by taking a quick step to the side -- but he's also carrying a pile of datacards, which he doesn't manage to catch

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[majorinyri]

There's a small dog running up to him! 'Cause ohmygods it's Wes and Wynssa hasn't seen said Wes in so long and she's yipping and jumping and yipping and whining and biting his hand!!

LOVE HER AND PAY ATTENTION TO SAID DOG.

[i_love_kettch]

"--waugh, you're not a datacard."

Wes pulls his hand back quickly away from Wyn, then hesitates a second before reaching to her again and scratching behind her ears. He shoves a couple of datacards in his pocket with his other hand, but they won't all fit, so he starts scooping them up again.

"Hey," he says quietly, patting her after picking up another 'card. "Your mommy's not here too, is she?"

[majorinyri]

Click of heels means she is and one of his datacards skids further away. "Wynssa." Her voice is soft, but commanding and she stoops to pick the dog up, making quick and cold eye contact with Wes before standing. "No running away, you silly dog."

[i_love_kettch]

Wes watches her stand, then shakes his head quickly and glares at the datacards as he scoops them together.

He doesn't say anything as he crawls forward just a little reaches past Inyri to pick up a few strays.

[berryberryraz]

Raz is nothing is not helpful.

"You looking for something under there?" she asks, crouching down to see what Wes is staring at. Hey, he could be staring at the underside of a table just for fun. Around this place, who knows.

Crouching makes Raz... interesting. Where most people would retain clear definition between their limbs, hers meld into each other where they touch, giving her the look of a statue. If a statue were made of Jell-O. What? It could happen.

[i_love_kettch]

Wes glances at her, which turns into a curious stare for a few seconds; then he grins ruefully and waves at the datacard under the table again.

"Dropped all my 'cards. I was hoping this place had magically given me Jedi powers or something since I was last here, but I guess not."

[berryberryraz]

"You wish," she says, and stretches out an arm to retrieve the card.

Arms should emphatically not stretch that far.

Shlup! She retracts the limb, card in hand, and hands it over with a bright grin. There's a small smear of purple-red goo on it now.

[i_love_kettch]

"Huh," he says eloquently, and holds up the card to peer at the goo. He wipes it off with a finger, sniffs it, then wipes it on his jacket.

He's seen an awful lot of strange things in the past two years, but that's somewhere near the top of the list.

"Thanks," he adds belatedly, and peers at her. "That might even be more interesting than the Force."

[last_talon]

"You didn't tell me."

The words are accompanied by a piercing glare from a booth nearby. The source is a civvy-clad Myn, whose only company at the moment is his friend Whyren and his reserves.

[i_love_kettch]

Wes freezes and closes his eyes for a second, then abandons the datacard under the table to turn and look at Myn.

"Donos," he says in careful greeting. "Tell you what?"

But he knows, he knows.

[last_talon]

"You know damn well." He sips at his whiskey, never taking his eyes off Wes.

He wants to leap out of the booth, pound him till there aren't even scraps a Jawa would want. But Atton made him promise to at least try first.

"You and Hobbie trained them all. And you sat there." His voice betrays barely restrained fury. "We never knew what hit us."

He sucks in a deep breath. "Why wouldn't you warn me?"

[i_love_kettch]

Wes just stares at him for a moment -- he doesn't know what to say, and he's pretty sure it would all sound wrong anyway. So he ducks down quickly, retrieves the datacard from under the table, then stands and shoves it in his pocket; he leaves the others for now.

"It's not that simple," he says quietly. "You think I didn't want to? You think, in the past two years, I haven't wanted to tell people a lot of things I knew that they didn't, yet? But I couldn't."

[fighting_mad]

Plourr pauses there, one hand on her hip and the other holding a file full of sheets of flimsi. She watches Wes for a moment, expression inscrutable, and then she says, "That's not going to work."

Possibly, she knows him too well.

Also, for the record, she has given up on the whole 'wear loose clothing!' thing. There's really no hiding that she's pregnant anymore.

[i_love_kettch]

"It might," he says with determination. But when another wave doesn't work, he sighs and gives in, crawling forward to pick up the card. He puts it up on the table before returning to scoop up the others.

"It might next time."

[fighting_mad]

"You're not a Jedi," Plourr points out, and while she doesn't say anything about what she'd do if he were -- her expression implies it. Bodily harm of some sort to someone is heavily implied.

[i_love_kettch]

"No," he agrees with disappointment. "Definitely not a Jedi."

He eyes the 'cards thoughtfully once they're all scooped together, and decides that the best way to pick them up is to tug the edge of his shirt and pile them all in there, folding the shirt around them as he stands.