Rex and Ahsoka, 43 (Why are we whispering?) for the ask game.
(This is platonic or pre-relationship rexsoka)
“Rex! Hey Rex,” someone whisper-shouted across the mess hall. The Captain glanced up from his datapad to see his young Commander waving at him covertly from the doorway. He felt a grin split his face at the sight of her, and he opened his mouth to call out to her, but she put a finger to her lips. She beckoned him to follow her, glancing around suspiciously before she slipped through the door.
Rex raised an eyebrow, looking around to see if any of the other troopers noticed. He shrugged to himself and finished his caf in a gulp, grabbing his pad and tossing the cup on the way out. Ahsoka was waiting for him outside the door, something hidden behind her back and a mischievous twinkle in her big eyes. She wrapped a skinny arm around his waist, still keeping one arm behind her back as she hugged him tightly. “Hey Littl’un,” Rex said softly, the happiness he felt radiating in his voice. “I’ve missed you.”
She had been away on several missions with the General Plo Koon and spent some extra time in the Temple, so Rex hadn’t seen her in awhile. In that time, she had grown at least an inch and had traded in her tube top for a red shirt. The Captain wished she would wear armor but really he was just grateful that her skin was covered so she was protected against shrapnel. “I missed you too, Rexster,” she whispered, her fangs poking out as she smiled. "Now follow me."
She took his hand and led him towards a supply room, never letting him see what she held in her hand. She snuck inside the dark room, pulling him in with her. "Alright Captain. Close your eyes." Ahsoka said in a hushed voice.
Rex did as he was bid, laughing slightly before Ahsoka nudged him in the placard to get him to be quiet. "Why am I doing this?" He asked before his voice was muffled by a small orange hand covering his mouth.
"Shhh, it's a surprise." Ahsoka whispered.
"Why are we whispering?" Rex murmured, his hands still dutifully covering his eyes.
"Because, Rexster," Ahsoka sighed dramatically. "I don't want any of the boys to know about the Uj Cake." Her voice rose to a high pitch on the last part, unable to contain her excitement, and Rex dropped his hands quickly, eyes flying open.
Ahsoka was proudly presenting a small, slightly crushed box with a single piece of the crumbling cake inside. Rex felt his mouth water, and his heart beat strangely in his chest.
"Why?" Rex asked, his voice slightly strangled.
"Well Master Plo gave it to me after my last mission as a reward, but I know if the rest of the boys hear I gave some to you, they'll be jealous." Ahsoka explained easily, her voice still soft but no longer theatrically so.
The Captain licked his lips, the sweet, spicy smell of the cake making his stomach rumble. Ahsoka giggled at his reaction. Still, Rex had been taught his whole life he didn't deserve such things. He made a valiant attempt at convincing the Commander to change her mind. "I mean, why share it with me? Don't you want it all?"
"Desserts are best shared," she replied sagely, as though she were imparting some great Jedi wisdom on him.
"But why share it with me?" He couldn't help but ask, though his stomach was raging against him.
"Well you're the Captain, and my best friend. No one can complain about that." Ahsoka answered matter of factly.
"I'm your best friend?" Rex couldn't keep the surprise out of his voice, though his chest suddenly felt warm.
Ahsoka’s brow furrowed. "Of course. D-do you not think we're best friends?"
"I do!" Rex quickly reassured, forgetting to be quiet in his urgency. "You're the first friend I ever had who wasn't a brother. I just figured a Jedi would be your best friend. Like General Skywalker or Commander Offee."
"Nope." Ahsoka shook her head with a smile, her small lekku bouncing around her shoulders. "I'm afraid you hold that title, Rexster. You understand me more," she said thoughtfully. "Besides, you're more fun."
Rex's eyebrows shot up to his hairline in surprise at that last sentence. He opened his mouth to express his disbelief, but Ahsoka cut him off with a laugh. "Do you want to eat this or not?"
"Yes!" He said immediately, his face ringing a slight red at his eagerness. Ahsoka giggled again, that high sweet sound, and Rex didn't even try to hold back his smile.
The two sat on the floor of a dark supply room, splitting the cake equally between them. It was a little childish and definitely not what someone would imagine the famed leaders of the 501st would be doing with their free time. But the slightly dry cake was the best thing Rex had eaten in a galactic year, and Ahsoka’s eyes shone a clear blue even in the dark, surrounded by weapons and a war she didn't belong in. But despite her youth and goodness and occasional immaturity, Rex knew Ahsoka belonged right there with him, and she'd always belong right by his side.
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