Just here for the clones.

The unspoken which had better be soon evidently managed to filter through the fluff Rex held between his ears, as Rex finally—finally—exerted some decorum and began to literally smother his giggles, pressing his hands over his mouth like a tubie. He remained doubled over, the side of his face pressed into Cody’s bunk where he’d partially collapsed, his helmet abandoned during the first wave of laughter. Rex’s eyes were bright and his cheeks stained with tears. He’d been weeping at Cody’s misfortune. Weeping!

They were at war and Rex was laughing in Cody’s face.

If anyone in Cody’s vicinity should be weeping, it was Cody himself.

“Sorry, Cody. Sorry,” Rex said, only to break off with a hiccupped giggle. He wiped his eyes on Cody’s bedsheet. “Sorry. I’m stopping.”

“You’re on laundry duty. Forever.”

“I know.” Another hiccup. Rex rolled his lips between his teeth. “Whew! I’m done.” He coughed and straightened to standing, where he smoothed down his chest armour as if it had become creased. He cleared his throat. “Done. I’m done.”

His gaze remained fixed on Cody’s face, determinedly so, like a shiny confronted with their first Twi-lek.

Cody arched a brow. The one on the scarred side, so Rex knew he meant business.

“Are you sure?”

A nod. “Very much so.”

“Then if I do this” –Cody twitched one of his new appendages and the tiny, useless wing sent a waft of sparkles billowing over Cody’s shoulder, straight at Rex’s smirking face— “you’ll be… That’s what I thought.”

Rex collapsed to the floor with a howl of laughter. Multicoloured sparkles stuck to his eyelashes and joined the constellations of shiny Force-knew-what already caught in his hair. Cody sighed. It had been an hour since he’d returned from the planet with the ancient temple, trailing a slug trail of sparkles throughout the Negotiator, and he had yet to devise a stratagem for recovery, because his second couldn’t stop laughing about it.

And they hadn’t even gotten to the part about General Kenobi.

“Do you think he’ll be much longer, Commander?” Kenobi asked, his voice nearly lost beneath Rex’s cackling.

Cody tapped the collar of his armour, nudging against the tiny hands holding on the rim. Kenobi hadn’t wanted to ride in Cody’s utility pouch, and had instead requested the view from Cody’s shoulder; as a result, he’d become nearly invisible within the plastoid. Rex had yet to notice him.

Finally getting his general into armour had not been worth the price.

In response to Kenobi’s question, Cody shook his head. Toeing Rex none too gently in the side, and getting only a red-faced giggling squirm of clone in response, Cody mentally wrote off the rest of his afternoon. He found himself wishing that General Skywalker were around, instead of off adventuring with Commander Tano.

That was what the situation had reduced Cody to: wishing for Anakin Skywalker to fix a problem.

Cold horror washed through Cody.

Fox is the youngest in the Corries commanders, argue with the wall. 😔✋ (he's baby)

Had a headache trying to get which leg belongs to whom but oh well ❤️‍🩹

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