Scout
“Any six!” She rolled the di between her fingers, brows lifted as she watched. Green eyes dropping to the floor where the stool tapped, then flicked quickly back up to meet his.
“I do, but would anyone really notice we weren’t there?”
She tossed the di in the air, then caught it as she let out a sigh at his lack of playing along. She didn’t have a problem with Nar Shaddaa, or any of her buire –which all three would be there, or her vod’ika. It was the chances, the maybes, the might happens, that had her wanting to go the other direction. She’d told herself over and over, she could go, but as it drew down to time, Scout realized she wasn’t sure she could. She could, it was a matter of proving it to herself, and the only way to do that was to go.
They could run. Wouldn’t be the first time, or the second, or even the seventh, he’s ever done. He didn’t know the exact number of times she’d skipped off, away from the clan when no one was looking.
Probably because he never asked. He should probably ask, some other time.
Mereel leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest as he did. There was a moment—several moments, really—where he remained, quiet, and considered their options. They had quite a few, after all, what with him being him (and her being her).
But, no. They wouldn’t run. No matter how much he, too, wanted to ... just go.
A thought struck him, then, and he almost laughed. When did I become a responsible adult?
Probably after ... no, don’t finish that thought. Too soon.
“Let’s compromise." He raised a single, solitary finger, not quite uncrossing his arms so much as unhooking a hand to raise it and waggle the one in the air between them. "We go. We stay for one hour. If it’s too much, we leave—after all, Nar Shaddaa is big. We might even lost, get turned around, lose our way ...show up late.”
He smiled, then. “We all know how I am---easily distracted, effortlessly amused, with only a theoretical grasp on time.”
