#009.

@alongtimeago, i don't even remember what meme. Hi ad'ika

Din sighs, but the sound comes with quite a bit of fondness attached to it. Though he turns his T-visor in Grogu's direction in an attempt to give him a look, the big smile on the child's face doesn't seem to be fading any time soon.

All right. Maybe it won't hurt to indulge him.

"...it was a little" -- Din brings his index and thumb close together -- "fun.

"You forget I had to wear this the whole time, kid."

Gesturing to his drenched body suit, Din's head tilts in emphasis. Grogu had the benefit of playing in the water without having to ruin his coat; Din will need to dry in the sun a while longer, still.

TAGGING → Brittany Pierce, Santana Lopez

LOCATION → Santana’s apartment.

TIME FRAME → Sometime in the recent past. I’m bad at remembering dates.

GENERAL NOTES → Santana and Brittany do... Santana and Brittany things.

    "Did you think no one could sense you?” Rather, the hero’d almost wished he hadn’t, for Arjuna wasn’t much in the mood to help a lost child find their way out of this seemingly endless labyrinth of alleyways and back towards that bustling civilization locked within clear walls, no -- he was busy tracking some wayward shadow that may or may not have been a local thief. But as if drawn together by some strange magnetic force, he couldn’t help running into those who held fates similar to his.

     They seemed almost a cat with that defensive aura, and as Arjuna stepped back to face them in the close proximity of the alley, he recalled crossing paths with one of similar  features before.

Another noise, another pull. Mercy asked for Arthur to come down to her level, in all the ways a child had. Her twin, Charity, leaned into their father's cane as she watched.

❝Da,❞ Mercy said, eyes suddenly filling with tears. She wriggled in tight against Arthur with a sniffle. ❝I'm sorry ...❞ The girl picked up one of her feet and touched her sandal. ❝There's rock, Da.❞ Along their path, a stone had gotten into her woven shoe, and it hurt. Mercy nuzzled into Arthur and hiccuped. ❝Help, please ?❞

The pull of his daughter's hand was so minute, so gentle, that anyone could have missed it easily. But with girls who so often met him step for step, the pause was immediately noticed-- Arthur let out a soft "hm?" as he glanced in Mercy's direction, stopping all the while.

Charity stopped as soon as he did, he noticed, and accommodated the shift in height as he came to one knee in front of her sister. His girls, he noted with pride, really were so intuitive.

It made it all the more heartbroken seeing them upset, and he frowned as he held Mercy up against his side whilst she spoke.

"Oh, darling..." A rock. Arthur's free hand carded gently through Mercy's hair, tucking some behind her ear. "You don't need to be sorry for needing help. I'm proud of you for speaking up."

The babies against his chest babbled mindlessly, but if he strained his ears it almost sounded like they were agreeing with him.

With some gentle instruction for Charity to hold his cane, Arthur moved to sit criss-cross apple sauce on the ground. "Come here, sweetheart." He pat his thigh gently. "Come sit on Dad.