Damnit Sasuke.

It's the bentleys car Window roll up thingy.

Anakin, close to snapping: i feel like i can't do anything right

Cody *soulful eyes*

Cody: don't ever think You can't do something You can't to do.

Cody: it's thrash can, not trash cannot.

Some vod’e name themselves, while others are named by those around them. The Kaminoans are vexed by the phenomenon and even have them all tested, but finally seem to decide it’s harmless enough, and no none gets decommissioned.

Not that Cody doesn’t worry about that--he sleeps with an eye open every night for a fortnight, certain he’ll be dragged out into the yard and shot, or maybe dropped into a vat of acid. Yet when it doesn't happen and life resumes as usual here in their little kennels in Kamino, it feels--he doesn’t know.

“Anticlimactic,” Jango tells him as Cody puts together a bomb with dextrous fingers.

There’s others in the testing room, but Jango always seems to circle back to him. Bly and Colt are nearby having the time of their lives making more and more destructive explosives under the instructor’s proud but slightly horrified gaze, while Bacara seems to be crafting what looks like a sonic charge. Everyone gives her a wide berth.

“The opposite of climax, or lacking climax,” Cody muses, slotting wires carefully. Frowning, he looks up at Jango, “I don’t get it,”

Jango gives him a considering look, “It means you were expecting a big fallout, and nothing happened, and that somehow--disappoints you,”

Cody doesn’t scoff-his self control is too tight for him to be giving away so much- but his finger twitches. He stares at it.

“I’m not disappointed at not being decommissioned,” he says finally, softly as not to be heard by the others. The very thought seems idiotic.

Jango shrugs. "Perhaps you're disappointed that something so important to you doesn't mean much, in the great scheme of things,"

Cody doesn't reply, and Jango lets him be.

The great scheme of things should note matter much, to a clone, but Cody thinks maybe he's built diferent.

“Sounds better,” Jango says to him during weapons training, handing him a rifle, “Less sanctimonious,”

Cody --formerly known as Kote, formerly known as CC-2224-- doesn’t know what that word means yet. Flying through the command track means he’s a little behind on his vocabulary modules, but still pretty far ahead enough he can have whole conversations with Jango and only feel out of the loop once or twice. At four years standard, he’s rather proficient at this whole conversation thing, if he does say so himself. Boba, as always, agrees with Cody, mainly because Cody's good at peek-a-boo.

“Can I have a name too?,” CC-5052 asks Jango, sounding a bit uncertain. All the other CC clones look up to Jango, expectant.

Jango looks back at them with a raised eyebrow, then turns back to Cody like this is somehow all his fault. Which maybe it is.

“What does the word ‘Boba’ mean,” he asks. The word has been bothering him for some time now.

Jango doesn’t raise his eyes from the datapad he’s frowning at, “It’s an old family name.”

CC-2224 considers this. Boba continues to wail at the injustices of the world. CC-2224 is sympathetic to that, at least.

And then the question pops in his head like an armed grenade.

“Can I have a name?” he asks.

Jango looks up at him, both eyebrows raised up to his hairline. There's a considering silencie, and then he says, like he's already regretting it, “You could.”

CC-2224 stares at him expectantly. Boba wails, mostly ignored.

Jango snorts and shakes his head, letting his attention fall back on his datapad, “You’ll have to come up with one on your own, kid. I’m shit at naming things,”

CC-2224 frowns, looking down at Boba, who’s finally beginning to realize no one paying much attention to his crying and he might need to adapt his strategies.He makes grabby fingers at CC-2224, who watches impassively.

Making an impulsive decision, he reaches into the crib and pulls the baby out, holding him at eye level like a hide up for inspection.

“I like the word kote,” CC-2224 says.

“Very modest,” Jango snorts, but he sounds approving. Newly christened Kote thinks he wasn’t looking for approval, but its nice getting it anyway.

Boba sneezes on his face, and the universe shifts.

Anakin, to cody: Alright, so you and I are married.

Cody: we are not married

Anakin: relax it's just pretend

Cody: i don't want to pretend

Anakin: scared you'll like it?

Cody: i will shoot you

Fives: are they always like this?

Rex and ashoka: yes.

Marshall Commander Cody, finally looking up from his datapad: Murders. Some Murders were Made.

Cody, after punching an enemy in the face: I kind of have a crush on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it 

Rex, shooting at moving targets: rip the bandage off 

Cody: it’s General Kenobi

Cody: a survivable idea?

Anakin:

Obi wan:

Ashoka:

Rex:

Cody: *turns off the light* Would You like to hear a joke?