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Some of the fruits of this week’s 10k-words of unusable pile of tangent-writing:
“Why are you being such a mean jerk?” Poe asked BB-8 as he unfolded the speeder’s rusty, disused steps. He had to bash at them with his foot to get them to move at all. “Why won’t you give Papa a text readout?”
“You don’t like him,” BB-8 said reasonably.
“What?” Poe stared at the little droid in shock. “Of course I do!”
“You don’t talk like you do,” BB-8 said.
“I think we’ve crossed some wires on this,” Poe said. “Beep, I love my Papa, he’s the most important person in the world to me.” BB-8 bumped down the steps, missed one, and fell out of the speeder. But they were parked over a grassy bank, so he hit the ground with a wet thump and made an indignant noise before rolling out of the dent he’d made and going through an annoyed recalibration sequence. Poe managed not to laugh, and kicked the steps until they folded back up.
“You don’t talk like you do,” BB-8 said finally. “You talk like you wish you didn’t have to see him.”
“Well,” Poe said, shoving down guilt– BB-8 didn’t understand sarcasm and had clearly misunderstood– “that’s not the case, Beep. Maybe I’ve let you watch too many holodramas.”
“People are nicer to their fathers in holodramas,” BB-8 said. “You always try to change the subject whenever he comes up.”
“I don’t mean it like that,” Poe said. “Beep, sometimes when people feel too strongly about something they try to hide it by not discussing it. It’s like that.”
BB-8 made a skeptical noise.
“No,” Poe said, “don’t beep at me like that. You gotta be nicer to him. It’s really important to me, BB.”
“You be nicer to him first,” BB-8 said, and Poe waited until the droid’s sensor array was turned away before he rolled his eyes.
Some of the fruits of this week’s 10k-words of unusable pile of tangent-writing:
“Why are you being such a mean jerk?” Poe asked BB-8 as he unfolded the speeder’s rusty, disused steps. He had to bash at them with his foot to get them to move at all. “Why won’t you give Papa a text readout?”
“You don’t like him,” BB-8 said reasonably.
“What?” Poe stared at the little droid in shock. “Of course I do!”
“You don’t talk like you do,” BB-8 said.
“I think we’ve crossed some wires on this,” Poe said. “Beep, I love my Papa, he’s the most important person in the world to me.” BB-8 bumped down the steps, missed one, and fell out of the speeder. But they were parked over a grassy bank, so he hit the ground with a wet thump and made an indignant noise before rolling out of the dent he’d made and going through an annoyed recalibration sequence. Poe managed not to laugh, and kicked the steps until they folded back up.
“You don’t talk like you do,” BB-8 said finally. “You talk like you wish you didn’t have to see him.”
“Well,” Poe said, shoving down guilt– BB-8 didn’t understand sarcasm and had clearly misunderstood– “that’s not the case, Beep. Maybe I’ve let you watch too many holodramas.”
“People are nicer to their fathers in holodramas,” BB-8 said. “You always try to change the subject whenever he comes up.”
“I don’t mean it like that,” Poe said. “Beep, sometimes when people feel too strongly about something they try to hide it by not discussing it. It’s like that.”
BB-8 made a skeptical noise.
“No,” Poe said, “don’t beep at me like that. You gotta be nicer to him. It’s really important to me, BB.”
“You be nicer to him first,” BB-8 said, and Poe waited until the droid’s sensor array was turned away before he rolled his eyes.
