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"No one else? Truly?" Klar asked with a bit of playful incredulity, jostling her partner slightly by leaning against him with a bit more force. "Not even Master Varek? Because I could hardly blame you for the preference." It was a mild bit of teasing, truly. Klar knew Xuko well enough to know that simple desire or respect for the older Zabrak would be unlikely to move his hearts from an opinion he felt strongly enough to communicate aloud. And since he was liable to take her teasing as an earnest suggestion or worse, an insecurity, she couldn't help but wonder why she'd made the joke to begin with. Instinctive self-sabotage, maybe. Something she was trying to strangle out of her lexicon.
As ever, the best defense was not granting a word edgewise. Klar laid one of her hands over his and claimed his shoulder for her head. "We do make a good team." She agreed with the sort of simple candor she'd learned could be so appealing when he was the one wielding it. "You'd be my first pick, too. And! I do mean that." The blonde reinforced. "For fun and function, there's no-one finer to have beside me."
Klar settled in for the evening, keeping the thermos between them and the blanket around, warding off the night chill with body heat and heating pads. She struck up a conversation, launching into a long, rambling discussion about the virtuous economic cycle and her criticisms of it historically. There'd be no trouble tonight - the goons had a position in the town hierarchy only slightly above Klar and Xuko themselves, and causing trouble for the Perkins' would have made for the sort of horrifying retributive 'justice' so iconic to small, isolated rural towns. Whether they knew this or their Hutt handler did, the end result whas the same. Quiet, cold, and conversation until the sun came up.
One more breakfast with the Perkins. One more exchange of hugs and 'gifts' before the young couple got back in their limping freighter and began meandering back towards the core.
As ever, the best defense was not granting a word edgewise. Klar laid one of her hands over his and claimed his shoulder for her head. "We do make a good team." She agreed with the sort of simple candor she'd learned could be so appealing when he was the one wielding it. "You'd be my first pick, too. And! I do mean that." The blonde reinforced. "For fun and function, there's no-one finer to have beside me."
Klar settled in for the evening, keeping the thermos between them and the blanket around, warding off the night chill with body heat and heating pads. She struck up a conversation, launching into a long, rambling discussion about the virtuous economic cycle and her criticisms of it historically. There'd be no trouble tonight - the goons had a position in the town hierarchy only slightly above Klar and Xuko themselves, and causing trouble for the Perkins' would have made for the sort of horrifying retributive 'justice' so iconic to small, isolated rural towns. Whether they knew this or their Hutt handler did, the end result whas the same. Quiet, cold, and conversation until the sun came up.
One more breakfast with the Perkins. One more exchange of hugs and 'gifts' before the young couple got back in their limping freighter and began meandering back towards the core.