"that his name?" there’s no judgement in his tone, merely curiosity (and 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 confusion, sure). steps further into the space, eyes moving from him, the bot, then their surroundings. for a second he considers
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of his own.. but he’s not too proud
to stick with me, ” funnily enough,
BD slinks over to arthur’s shoulder.
barely any additional weight. “ that
is, unless, he’s excited to meet 》
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a few sparks scatter from the droid’s
limb, then cal sits up properly. good
as new. “ BD ?̲ yes, nothing i
couldn’t fix, ” eyeing the other up
and down. no inquisitor dresses 》
certainly— if 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 are, at the least. and judging by the.. thing’s? critter’s? beeps, he can assume they are. ".. think ah' might’ve taken a wrong turn, somewhere." cause, uh. this obviously