“ eh?? why not?? ” brows knit, sounding genuinely offended. “ i used to be a cop, y’know? you can TOTALLY trust me. ” thinking... 💭 “ no⸻yeah, that came out wrong. i wouldn’t trust me either. ”
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“ not crazy !̲ it’s tradition.. and no,
i don’t trust you to accept a drink.
err, i’ll go now. yes. goodbye, ” a
little red in the face, embarrassed.
“ bonded... hah. that’s 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺, man. but, yeah, don’t worry about your powerful toy. i’ve lost interest. ” another sip, eyes sweeping over him once again. “ do you want a beer? ”
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glaring now.. “ it’s not————are you
listening ?̲ it is not a toy. they are
powerful tools we are bonded to, ” he
corrects sharply. “ you’re quite rude. ”
“ alright, alright... forgive me for not believing in you. ” shrugs again, turning his back to grab another beer. one sip, then a deep breath⸻𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. “ your toy is pretty cool, though. ”
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“ we aren’t a joke, no matter the small
amount of us there is left, ” sternly.
not amused by this individual.. cal’s
ready to flick his forehead, frankly.
he arches an eyebrow, smirk growing a little. then a snort, gaze drifting away. “ wow. right... right, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. i must be drunk. there’s no way you’re serious right now. ”
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“ jedi, ” half———mumbled, brows
burrowed. “ guardian of peace to our
galaxy. the lightsaber’s are important
to us, too important to lend it to just
anyone. ”