milliways_bar | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"We could beat up Sam!"

Beat.

"Actually, I like him, we shouldn't do that."

"Hmm, we'll figure it out."

Long moment as Will ruffles Atton's hair,

"Ye should cut yer 'air or could beat ye up 'gain."

"'S not that long."

"Aye, is, should be braided."

Atton reaches around to finger his hair (which is now about shoulder length.)

"Why?"

"Cause ye could an that's what the kilted fellows do an ye're a kilted fellow, aye?"

Will is now trying to braid Atton's hair, its not working since he doesn't really know how to braid. Bar helpfully provides a diagram on a napkin.

"Y'make a compe - good point."

"Need ribbony things, what color?"

The braiding is going well once Will figured out how to do it.

"Ribbons? Really? Can't we use something manly like wire?"

Firm shake of Will's head,

"Nay, need ribbons. Oooh shiny!!"

Bar has provided metallic ribbons, they're black with gold and silver and soon are in Atton's hair.

"Wiiiiill."

Will's trying not to pull Atton's hair but soon he's satisfied and Atton gets patted on the back,

"All done, now ye look pretty."

"Naturally, naturally. Hold still." Atton scowls, putting make up on Will rather sloppily.

Will looks confused and ducks out the way, fending Atton off with a bottle of something.

Atton just laughs at him.

"Ye've the 'air for braids, na my fault ye dinna like 'em an ye look shiny now."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only