I woke up early today and daydreamed of Plo taking not just the precious pups to Dorin, but also lugged the some of the croissants (corrie-boys) because Papa Palps want some politically motivated happening to get a non-Jedi Kel Dor with some super sick future vision foolishness for *reasons*, but that’s not our focus.
So Kel Dors have high appreciation for life and that includes elevating children in the priority list and ensuring they are safe and raised right with proper discernment of good and evil cause shits wacked with Dorin law.
Plo handing sharpies to little Dor’shan kids so they all write their thanks and whatever tf they want on the clones’ armor while he walks behind them, sat still so the kids can draw and write.
Plo placing his hand on Wolffe’s head, making him turn to look and pick up a child instead of worrying if Plo needed anything.
Meanwhile you have Warthog, cause ya know — he my king, egging a child to draw a mustache on Wolffe. Plo overlooking Warthog and the child from behind and suggesting to make the mustache thicker.
