there were so many other places he could have chosen for fixing his flight suit, most of which ( bb assumes ) would be more comfortable than atop a crate. so why did he have to choose here to do it? his presence should have stopped her && sent her to some other location, but instead she attempts sneaking past. && now here she is, sitting as still as a spherical droid can beneath her best friend’s gaze.
bweepboopbwooiipwhrrboop << i am up to nothing. >>
that’s it bb, play dumb && maybe you’ll still get away with it.
had she merely rolled by with a chatter of a greeting, poe may not have even questioned it, but to catch a droid sneaking --- well, those were some very red flags indeed. a brow lifts in speculation, needle and thread pausing, as head shakes in gentle amusement that leaks through to his voice. “ that’s a difficult statement to believe --- just the other day i saw what you did with that pilot and mechanic. ” it’s just the smallest jump from his seat to the ground ( much smaller than that of a cockpit to the floor ), and he makes it, boots colliding with cement. “ so what’s it this time? ”














