#bobaennec

[night-writer-writer]

Fennec: Hey, Boba, can you do the thing?

Boba: What thing?

Fennec: The thing that never fails to make me happy.

Boba: Oh.

Boba: [Smiles]

Fennec: Thank you.

[night-writer-writer]

Din: Why do you guys wake up so late? What time do you even sleep? Fennec: I fall asleep first because Boba always strokes my hair and I snuggle into them until I finally do. Boba : I always disassociate and have an existential crisis, so I never actually know.

[night-writer-writer]

Boba Fett and Fennec Shand: *staring into each other’s eyes*

Din Djarin: *opens a soda can*

Boba: we’re having a moment.

Din: I’m having a soda.

[night-writer-writer]

Boba Fett: I want fame. I want a criminal empire. I want success. Boba: I want— Fennec: [kisses Boba] Boba: Nevermind. I want more of this.

[night-writer-writer]

Boba: If I were to fall cuz I’m drunk, would you catch me?

Fennec: Nope. I already fell for you so it’d be pretty hard.

Boba: I’m filled with whiskey and about to pass out, please answer me.

[night-writer-writer]

Boba Fett: Maybe, maybe I’m dreaming. B, pinch me.

Fennec Shand: [Pinches Boba]

Boba: Hey, not my butt!

Fennec *not apologetic at all*: Sorry it was just right there.

[night-writer-writer]

*Fennec catches Boba staring at her*

Fennec: What are you doing?

Boba: Just admiring raw beauty.

Fennec: Well stop it.

Boba: Okay…

*Boba turns and looks at Din*

Fennec: *grabbing Boba*  UHM I THINK THE FUCK NOT TRICK ASS BITCH.

[night-writer-writer]

Fennec, blushing: Honey… I bought us matching swords.

Boba: [deep sigh]