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Even though the mun shouldn't, for a multitude of reasons...

There is a Wes at a table. Just sitting there, minding his own business (ha!), pushing piles of Reese's Pieces around into shapes, organised by colour.

And then he shifts his leg, and there's something ... sticky on the knee of his flight pants. Something sticky under the table, he realises when he reaches down to feel.

After a brief hesitation, he's out of his chair and on his hands and knees, staring up at the underside of the table and the sticky, gooey, apparently chewed gum there. He examines this curiously for quite a long moment. And then grins.

"Genius!"

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"I get nervous every time I hear you say that." Don't look now, Wes, but somehow your commanding officer has gotten the drop on you.

And he's facinated by the candy-organizing operation. That, or mildly horrified. At least he's in the right uniform, this time. On the other hand... this does mean he has his blaster.

Wes tries to stand up quickly, managing to hit his head on the bottom of the table in his hurry. And of course, at the moment, that means ... horribly, horribly sticky hair.

He tugs at the gum in his hair as he stands up, glaring at Wedge. "I'll never be able to wash this out, you know."

Taste of his own medicine.

Wedge Does Not Laugh. He has entirely too much practice in this. No wonder half the fleet thinks X-wing pilots are crazy.
"Maybe it will be a good reminder to play nice with the new recruits, instead of heckling them within an inch of their sorry lives." He doesn't sound as if he holds out much hope for this, however.

Wes eyes Wedge and his Not Laughing a little warily, then shakes his head.

"Ha!" He grins again and wipes his hand on his shirt, ignoring the gum for now. Meh, he'll deal with it later. "They need heckling, chief. Builds character."

"Builds a persecution complex." Wedge corrects, making himself comfortable in a nearby chair (nicely gum-free, thanks to Wes' considerate gum-finding efforts). "Now, seeing as I was going to go find you, which I suppose is a past you, and ended up here, I can just deliver the lecture now, since you are technically you."

Wedge looks entirely too happy about this. In that slightly evil 'I've got a squint in my sights and he's gonna get vaped' sort of way.

"Gotta get 'em used to the wide world..." That wide, wide world full of paint and buckets of water and stuffed Ewoks, obviously.

"...um." Wes eyes Wedge again, because he hates that expression. It always means Bad Things. "Well, I'm me, sure, but really, technically, you'll have already given me whatever lecture this is--" Too many to specify, really. "--and, 's not fair to get it twice..."

Wedge would argue that it can mean some very good things, depending on your point of view. He's unaccountably fond of vaped imps.
"No, not twice, since I haven't given it to you yet. If I do it here, it'll save me some time to go hound the quartermasters again, see if I can't make the mechanics happy." The expression lingers. He's a very, very patient man.

Truthfully, Wes is too, of course. The expression is simply harder to see in space, therefore, he associates it more often with himself being in trouble. Alas.

He tilts his head, trying to work this logic out, and it sounds a little bit sane... "Right," he says cautiously, "right, but still, wouldn't you prefer, uh, just to get a drink? Or something?" Hopefully.

"Well, that is a pretty good idea... but then I'd still have to track you down in that warren they call a base, and who knows how long that'd take me." A little sane is all you can ask for in an X-wing pilot.

(ooc: Got to run to class, sadly. I'll be back around 5ish, PST. Er. Slowtime?)

Wes cannot honestly say that his first priority is to save Wedge time and/or energy, ever. But he manages to maintain an innocent expression.

"I'm sure it wouldn't take you that long..."

[ooc: sure. :) I may still be here...]

That earns a Look. A Look that says 'Do I look like an imbicile to you?'. Best not to answer that, Wes.
"That place was designed to get people lost. What, do you want the mechanics to get riled up again?"

Best indeed...

"Well, I don't know." Wes grins brightly. "Some of 'em are cute when they're all mad like that."

Wedge sighs in exasperation and scowls at Wes.
"Fine, but when I have to go on leave because of a hot date with a bacta tank after the mechanics get done airing their grievences, I'm leaving you all the paperwork."

Wes nods as he finally sits down opposite, pulling a face when his leg sticks to the chair a little. Genius the gum may be from a prankster's point of view ... but really, it's annoying.

Course, he wouldn't say that.

"And I'll keep it very very safe and untouched in a drawer until you get back."

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