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Atton is outside, training.

He has a dozen or so floating targets, like dartboards, zipping around him very quickly and firing stun bolts down at him from tiny holes at the sides. It's very obvious that he cobbled them together from various machines.

He's blindfolded, and he's alternating between throwing knives at them with one hand and shooting them with another, while dodging the stun bolts. Judging by the bright, chirpy green flashes and the heavy blaster scoring and multiple knife marks on and immediately around the bullseye, he's doing quite well.

He may be grinning from ear to ear, because it's reassuring to know that he's not helpless without the Force.

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"Aye, I did an ye're 'eavy, wouldna 'ave thought it."

Atton just grins, rolling off Will.

Atton gets poked as he rolls off and Will grins.

Atton pokes Will back, laughing.

Now Will tries tickling Atton since clearly that should follow poking. Will's happy and weird, it happens.

Atton laughs louder, squirming away from Will.

"Ye're worse then Kate, Atton."

Will gets out through the laughter of tickling Atton.

"Pffft. Am not."

"Are too, though yer sounds arena as cute."

Atton just snickers at that.

Will sits up and sticks out his tongue, "An ye're na to tell 'er I said that."

"My lips are sealed." Atton says, solemnly.

"Aye, good an tis cold, I'm goin' in."

Then Will gets up off the ground and offers Atton a hand.

Atton hops up on his own.
"We should get alcohol."

"Oh aye, warm alcohol."

"Yeah." Atton grins.

"Probably shouldna get too drunk, Kate may yell at me, but aye drinkin' is good."

"Naaah. Surely Kate can appreciate the joys of getting drunk."

"'ccordin' to 'er, she's too young for 'er world so dinna think she can. Ah well, we'll just 'ave to get drunk for 'er."

"That's a cause I can get behind!" Atton beams.

Soon warm and inside and Will beams at Bar,

"Lady Bar, could we 'ave lots o'good warm drinks to try."

The glasses starts appearing, many of them are steaming.

Atton rubs his hands gleefully.
"Drinking contest?"

"Oh aye. Ye're the 'urt one so ye get to decide what the winner gets."

Will is being fair, isn't that good of him.

"I think the winner should get more alcohol!" Sometimes, Atton's imagination isn't great.

"Fair 'nough." Then Will starts on the first glass.