Loth-kitten
Оттуда же
Lady Skywalker’s call for Anakin to come help with dinner jarred him out of his thoughts, and he watched as Anakin handed of the blankets to C-3PO. “When the storm is over, I’ll show you the pod-racer I built!” He grinned up at Ben proudly. “It’s the fastest ever!” He then darted out of the room, nimbly dodging parts as C-3PO shakily stood.
“Oh dear,” the droid muttered as it shuffled after it’s creator. Ben gathered up the remaining blankets in the cubby and split them with Padme as they both struggled not to laugh. “I don’t believe this floor is entirely stable…” A curious beep from the door drew their sight to R2-D2, who had remained in the hall. “Oh, hello there,” C-3PO cried, seemingly pleased at seeing another droid in residence (though that could just be Ben projecting his former Padawan’s opinion on the protocol droid). “I am C-3PO, Human-Cyborg Relations!” More beeps from the R2 unit had 3PO continuing (and really, Anakin must have improved his peripheral manners programing at some point, because they were having this conversation in a doorway, keeping both Ben and Padme hostage in the process…). “R2-D2, a pleasure to meet you!” R2 suddenly chirped and swiveled, and… Ben was not the expert in binary that Anakin was, but he’s fairly certain that what was said was fairly rude. “I beg your pardon, what do you mean ‘naked ’?!” Ben couldn’t help it; he let out an undignified snort.
Of course this was how they met; it explained so much about every interaction he’d ever seen between the two droids.
After Ben and Padme finished doubling over on each other, howling like feral loth-cats in laughter at C-3PO bemoaning that his parts were showing, they finally managed to stumble out of Anakin’s room and into the main living area. Qui-Gon looked over to the two, who were barely holding it together, and raised an eyebrow at them. “Having fun back there?” he asked, his voice tinged with humor.
Padme gave a very unlady like snort and muttered, “His parts are showing,” in a high pitched enough voice that Qui-Gon, Anakin, and Lady Skywalker were sure to hear it anyways.
“My dear, I need to breath,” Ben pleaded, his voice breathless and barely containing the laughter from earlier.
Lady Skywalker’s call for Anakin to come help with dinner jarred him out of his thoughts, and he watched as Anakin handed of the blankets to C-3PO. “When the storm is over, I’ll show you the pod-racer I built!” He grinned up at Ben proudly. “It’s the fastest ever!” He then darted out of the room, nimbly dodging parts as C-3PO shakily stood.
“Oh dear,” the droid muttered as it shuffled after it’s creator. Ben gathered up the remaining blankets in the cubby and split them with Padme as they both struggled not to laugh. “I don’t believe this floor is entirely stable…” A curious beep from the door drew their sight to R2-D2, who had remained in the hall. “Oh, hello there,” C-3PO cried, seemingly pleased at seeing another droid in residence (though that could just be Ben projecting his former Padawan’s opinion on the protocol droid). “I am C-3PO, Human-Cyborg Relations!” More beeps from the R2 unit had 3PO continuing (and really, Anakin must have improved his peripheral manners programing at some point, because they were having this conversation in a doorway, keeping both Ben and Padme hostage in the process…). “R2-D2, a pleasure to meet you!” R2 suddenly chirped and swiveled, and… Ben was not the expert in binary that Anakin was, but he’s fairly certain that what was said was fairly rude. “I beg your pardon, what do you mean ‘naked ’?!” Ben couldn’t help it; he let out an undignified snort.
Of course this was how they met; it explained so much about every interaction he’d ever seen between the two droids.
After Ben and Padme finished doubling over on each other, howling like feral loth-cats in laughter at C-3PO bemoaning that his parts were showing, they finally managed to stumble out of Anakin’s room and into the main living area. Qui-Gon looked over to the two, who were barely holding it together, and raised an eyebrow at them. “Having fun back there?” he asked, his voice tinged with humor.
Padme gave a very unlady like snort and muttered, “His parts are showing,” in a high pitched enough voice that Qui-Gon, Anakin, and Lady Skywalker were sure to hear it anyways.
“My dear, I need to breath,” Ben pleaded, his voice breathless and barely containing the laughter from earlier.