❛ well, padmé, i must say———- you do know how to sʜᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ. ❜
he grins the grin of a man who has the pleasure of watching the stars sleep next to him at night. it is the grin of a man who is so in love that he does not mind losing, yet again, a round of verbal combat to one of the most intelligent women he has ever had the privilege of meeting. can he help it if, whenever she speaks, there is such an elegance in her words, that he has to stop and stare at her in sheer awe?
❛ ah, general. general grievous. supreme commander of the droid armies. ❜ he draws his lightsaber, standing a few feet from his opponent. ❛ you haven’t changed a bit, i see–specifically, you’re still working for the same old people–the losing side. oh, and– yes. you haven’t grown any taller at all. ❜ the grin on his face is taunting. ❛ you know, every single time we meet, you never fail to astound me with your height–or rather, your lack of it. ❜
❛ ——yes, master, ❜ he says, even though obi-wan seems like he still has more to say. ❛ i understand, i’ve heard all of this before. i still remember everything from the last time you told me this. ❜ he doesn’t mean to sound disrespectful, but–a guy can only listen to the same lecture a couple of hundred times before he goes insane. his eyes are on the road, only emphasizing his disinterest in the topic.
a chestnut hued gaze briefly shifts from the kid’s face, to the landscape of… wherever the heck this place was. whatever system it had been, that he had to make a quick landing on, due to his back deflector shields being shot out. it was land —— or go down in an EXPLOSION of fire.
just my LUCK, he thinks, stuck with a brat who thinks he’s can cop an attitude.
——— KIDS these days. no respect.
then, the smuggler gives a little fake smile. condescending, at best, and generally… SARCASTIC. typical han solo, to anybody who actually knew the guy. something he put on around those who didn’t speak the lingo, as a means to express an annoyance towards their people without them knowing.
this one?
oh, this was just to be as FULL of deliberate rudeness, as he was receiving.
❝ i’m sayin’ i ain’t here to play NICE, kid. i need to be directed to a place that sells spare parts for my ship. she ain’t doin’ too good and she’s my only way outta’ your hair…
his eyebrows flick up in mild surprise. admittedly, he hadn’t exactly been very welcoming with his words, but he wasn’t deliberately, outright rude–unlike how this man was being. anakin’s lips twitch upward into a smug little smirk.
❛ well, if you need it so badly, you could probably afford to ask a bit more nicely, yes? ❜
he shakes his head, mock-disapprovingly, before speaking up again. while it is true that a moment ago, he was weary of this seemingly endless conversation, hearing the stranger sounding so annoyingly and annoyedly rude appealed to the childish impertinence within him. he can’t resist.
❛ your rudeness has no place here. remind me: between the two of us, who was the hot-shot pilot who managed to strand himself in the middle of the republic’s capital– and can’t even find a spare parts shop? you seek for help, yet you know nothing of doing it correctly. ❜
She’ll back up slowly, hands raised slowly, eyeing the guy warily. It’s obviously clear what he is capable of and she’s not interested in picking a fight with him over stealing a few credits.
“Easy there, bub, nothing happened.”
he is not here to pick a fight. however, it also happens to be in his interests to catch a lowlife credits-thief. it’s clear by his expression: he doesn’t believe a word of what she is saying. his mouth thins into a line. ❛ if you expect me to believe that, then you must take me for a fool. ❜
in truth, there are few things in life that make him as happy as racing through space in a ship—-nothing else brings him closer to the thrill of podracing back on tatooine. the nostalgic feel, like he is still there, with his friends and neighbors, is what draws him so much to it.
… well, that,and the fact that it is just plain fun. nothing like doing a few 360-degree turns to get the old blood pumping.
caught up with the excitement of it, however, he forgets that he has a passenger. ❛ sorry, master! uh, i keep forgetting how much you ————–dislike my flying. ❜
his lightsaber is drawn, held out in front of him. slowly, slowly, he takes little steps towards this … thing … standing in front of him. vaguely, from some far, far child- hood memory—-he remembers. seeing the markings on his face, the dark cloak, the very aura of menace, anakin knows that he cannot be anything other than some sort of spawn of the dark side. he tightens his grip. master has often told him to cut down on the quips and the sharp wit—— but he cannot help it.
❛ a sith lord, huh? well, what’s a creep like you doing in a nice place like this? ❜
