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Tatooine, Saturday
Dec. 27th, 2014 12:46 pm"You know it's a holiday on Fandom right now? Y'know, happy songs, warm food, snow everywhere, terrible sweaters. I could be doing that right now, but instead, I'm here. Why is that?"
Atton squinted at the dune ahead of him. So far, nothing was revealing itself. He passed his electrobinoculars on to his compatriot.
"Because you got bored sitting around your apartment in your underwear by yourself, eating pizza crumbs off the floor?" Mira asked, holding up the elecrobinoculars for herself. Nope. Still nothing.
Yeah, Atton was going to ignore that. "Because Mical is so busy categorizing the holocrons at the damned Jedi Temple to bother doing any real work himself." He frowned at the dune as if it had done something to him personally. "He knew it was a holiday. So what does he do? He sends me to the least Christmassy place in the galaxy to play around with Hutts. That schutta knew exactly what he was doing."
"So one, you don't actually celebrate Christmas," Mira said. She increased the magnification on the electrobinoculars. That looked like something. Something that wasn't sand. "And two, Mical's kind of an idiot, but you're the idiot who said 'yes' to the mission."
"I could have started celebrating Christmas," Atton retorted, "He never bothered to ask, did he?"
He could've converted to Christianity out of spite, for one thing, just to stop people from calling him a Jedi all the time. That was a perfectly expected him thing to do.
"I don't know," Mira said, "How about instead of bitching about each other all the time, you two just get a room already?"
"Ew," Atton said. "Ew. Ew. Ew. It's going to take me months to scrub that one off my brain."
"You are such a five-year-old," Mira said. She shoved the electrobinoculars at him. "One Czerka-bound Hutt slave ship, coming right up."
"Thank the Force," Atton hissed.
He'd only eaten half the pizza in his fridge and he was still slightly hopeful that when he got home, it'd be edible.
[[ establishy for funsies. ]]
Atton squinted at the dune ahead of him. So far, nothing was revealing itself. He passed his electrobinoculars on to his compatriot.
"Because you got bored sitting around your apartment in your underwear by yourself, eating pizza crumbs off the floor?" Mira asked, holding up the elecrobinoculars for herself. Nope. Still nothing.
Yeah, Atton was going to ignore that. "Because Mical is so busy categorizing the holocrons at the damned Jedi Temple to bother doing any real work himself." He frowned at the dune as if it had done something to him personally. "He knew it was a holiday. So what does he do? He sends me to the least Christmassy place in the galaxy to play around with Hutts. That schutta knew exactly what he was doing."
"So one, you don't actually celebrate Christmas," Mira said. She increased the magnification on the electrobinoculars. That looked like something. Something that wasn't sand. "And two, Mical's kind of an idiot, but you're the idiot who said 'yes' to the mission."
"I could have started celebrating Christmas," Atton retorted, "He never bothered to ask, did he?"
He could've converted to Christianity out of spite, for one thing, just to stop people from calling him a Jedi all the time. That was a perfectly expected him thing to do.
"I don't know," Mira said, "How about instead of bitching about each other all the time, you two just get a room already?"
"Ew," Atton said. "Ew. Ew. Ew. It's going to take me months to scrub that one off my brain."
"You are such a five-year-old," Mira said. She shoved the electrobinoculars at him. "One Czerka-bound Hutt slave ship, coming right up."
"Thank the Force," Atton hissed.
He'd only eaten half the pizza in his fridge and he was still slightly hopeful that when he got home, it'd be edible.
[[ establishy for funsies. ]]
