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You know what's the best thing in any galaxy?

REMOTE-CONTROLLED TOY X-WINGS.

Or at least, Wes would tell you so, or perhaps demonstrate; he's sitting up on a table, feet on a chair, flying the little starfighter around the bar. Up among the rafters and down almost low enough to annoy the waitrats and just at the right level to go right over people's heads.



Honestly, the chocolate? Just adds a bit of focus.

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"He's--"

Wes flails for a description that would truly do Luke Skywalker justice.




"A farmboy."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Nothing wrong with farmboys."

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"...you're biased," he accuses. "What if they're whiny farmboys? Who are really easy to beat at sabacc, oh wait, that's a good thing..."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Depends how whiny. And how often they whine."

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"Very," Wes says firmly, "and a lot."

Exaggeration is fun.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton winces slightly.
"Maybe girls like whining, then?"

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Wes siiiiighs.

"Girls are weird," he decides; this is his expert opinion.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Everyone's weird."

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"Well ... yeah," Wes supposes. "An' that's fun sometimes. But girls are still the weirdest."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"That's true, I suppose."