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Atton's at a booth, mechanical parts (all of the mostly circular variety) and curved bits of sharp metal floating in the air above him, being carefully put together.

Which evidently means his powers are either back or on their way back. This pleases Atton lots, which is why he seems in a particularly chirpy mood.

Botherable.

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"Y'think that, but secretly it says mean things behind your back," Atton says seriously. "Like 'Fett has lots of phallic symbols to overcompensate!'" He affects a squeaky voice for that bit. "It's downright cruel."

You know, Fett would just love to disintigrate Atton right about now.

He'd love to, but he forgot his disruptor rifle. So he settles for something a little less...effective. "You really should consider what you say a little more carefully, Jedi."

Atton grins, brightly.

"Touchy subject?" Headtilt. "Besides, 's not what I said, it's the blaster. Blame it."

Beat.

"Some people."

Fett just shakes his head. "Someday, you're going to set me off in a way you'll regret. Badly."

Not that Fett hasn't been looking for an excuse to some extent to try and grab Atton, but...

"I'm so scared. Really. Are y'going t'help me with this, or not, then?"

"Not unless you have something to give me in return. I'm not going to give you a better hand against me in the future if I'm not getting something back."

"Fine. I'll just go for the unarmoured bits, then. Not much skin off my nose."

Fett shrugs. "Your loss." And he turns to leave...making sure that he keeps an eye on Atton as he does so. Just to be safe.

"Hey! You're just going t'go? Before we're done chatting? 'S rude, Overcompensation-Boy."

Fett is probably all of two steps into walking away when Atton chimes in. He spins around and starts thinking of which weapon to shoot first. He quickly settles on just decking Atton, and Atton should notice a nice left hook heading in his general direction.

Gee, I wonder what Fett thought of that last comment.

Atton laughs, a little, dodging to one side, hopping to his feet (letting the pieces fall into a nearby bag) and raising his fists.

"Y'know, if we're going t'do this, we should go outside. And you should take off your armour."

Fett finds that to be...perfectly ridiculous. "You started it." Glance around. "We can go outside, but the armor stays."

"For a fistfight?" Beat. "And I didn't start it. You started it by trying t'punch me."

You're the idiot who thought insulting a Mandalorian was bright...after insulting my intelligence in that negotiating.

"You need to learn some manners." Pause. "And Mandalorians don't take their armor off in a fight. You ought to know that by now."

"I live in hope that you'll see reason," Atton says, shrugging. "But hey, I'm not going t'try and punch through really hard metal." He sits down again.

Fett stares at Atton for a moment. "Is this conversation over, then?"

"Sure. See you around, Bobbers."

Fett turns and heads off again, keeping an eye on Atton as he does. Some people...

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