#grunter

“Where the kriff is it?” 

Gregar Typho dodged a flying Lula that had been precariously tossed around as he stepped onboard the Havoc Marauder. Peering into the aft end, he found Hunter on his hands and knees, rummaging around under the bunks. 

“I know I saw it around here this morning,” the sergeant muttered under his breath as he pushed Wrecker’s clutter around.

Typho leaned a shoulder against the interior of the ship’s hull. “Lose something?” he asked. 

Hunter had apparently been so absorbed in his search that he hadn’t noticed the captain’s appearance, and at the sound of his voice, he jumped, slamming his skull against the underside of the bunk. He swore loudly, rolling out from under it and sitting with his legs outstretched, rubbing at the back of his head. Typho chuckled, pushing off the wall and coming to squat in front of Hunter, tipping his head forward to inspect the back of it. He always loved running his fingers through Hunter’s curls and was more than happy to have a justified reason to do so. 

“Not even a bump,” he teased, and Hunter huffed in reply. 

“Have you seen my bandana?” 

“Which one?” It was a running joke between the two of them, one that Hunter currently did not have the patience for. 

“You know I only have the one.”

“Two.”

“The second one is a scarf. There’s a difference.”

Typho sighed dramatically. “How can one man need so many bandanas?”

Hunter rolled his eyes. “We’ve got to head out soon, and I really need to find it.” 

“Why don’t you find another piece of something to tie your hair back with?” Typho offered. “It’s not like there’s any shortage of fabric scraps around the base.”

Hunter scrubbed his hands over his face. “I know that, but that… that one’s lucky.” 

Typho paused, searching Hunter’s eyes. “What makes it lucky?” 

Hunter scooted towards the opposite side of the ship, starting to dig around through some of the storage crates pushed against the wall as he tossed his answer over his shoulder. “Crosshair gave it to me right after we completed our training together. Made some snarky comment about making sure I could see things clearly.” He paused, glancing back at Typho, who was listening intently. “I-I know it’s silly, but I’ve always felt I make my best decisions with that thing. That I do see clearly.” He rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously. “I know superstitions aren’t real and that they don’t actually make a difference, but it feels like that bandana keeps me and my team safe. So that’s why I’m so stubborn about finding it.” 

Typho watched him for another moment before coming to sit next to him. Heaving a deep sigh, he reached into his back pocket, pulling out the familiar piece of folded red fabric and handing it to Hunter. Hunter raised an eyebrow at him. 

“You took it?”

The former Naboo captain shrugged. “I was hoping to keep something that smelled like you while you were away. Something to hold at night. Since you hardly wash that thing, I figured you wouldn’t miss it, but if that bandana gives you a better chance of returning to me safely, then it’s not worth the risk.” He smiled as Hunter took it, running the fabric through his fingers before he leaned over, cradling Typho’s jaw and kissing him gently. 

“I’ll always return to you, Gregar.” 

Typho leaned into his touch, placing his hands over the back of Hunter’s. “You had better.” 

Hunter pressed his forehead to Typho’s. “I’m sorry I don’t have another shirt or scarf to give you, but I just did laundry. This shirt is the only one that I’ve worn recently.” 

A wicked grin tugged at the corner of Typho’s lips. “Well, we could always dirty it up before you leave.” 

“But then I’d have to take it off and find another.” 

Typho pushed him to the ground, straddling his hips as he kissed along Hunter’s jaw, chuckling against his skin. “I think that’s a good compromise.”

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