Clones are cute - fight me

Colt lays seductively on his side, a blood red silk scarf barely covering his masculinity, he holds the arm that is not occupied with keeping him propped up in the air, a gleaming cigarette in his hand while he stretches his chin upward and releases a cloud of white, thick smoke in the air.

07.06.2021 11:44 AM

And then I inspired myself to draw.

So here you go:

goes with smoking and cloneshipping, slightly NSFW (he's very clearly naked, but you can't see anything)

Lineart:

Soup takes his pad and starts searching for a specific holo. In the meantime he answers Wren's other question.

"I've always had a tendency to physical therapy and I guess the Kaminoans were quite happy about that. There are problems that can't be solved with some kind of medication, you know? Sometimes the spine just needs to be set right again for example and that's where I can help. So if you ever have a sprained ankle, just come to me.

He seems to have found the right holo now, holding out the pad to Wren.

"I made this for one of my batch mates on Kamino, it's one of my best I think."

The picture shows a bracelet made from several thick wires next to each other. A thread of thinner wire was weaved through them in a pattern of squares in different sizes.

"Took me ages to find the right wires for it."

Wren nods. “That makes sense. When you put it like that, I guess the therapy I did after getting my implants would count - but that was shortly after my first deployment and before I was assigned here to the Guard. Since then, the only pains bacta can’t fix are my shoulders, elbows, wrists, and hands; that’s what I get for signing every one in five conversations, though,” he shrugs easily.

He looks at the holo Soup shows him and oohs appreciatively. “Soup, that’s amazing. It’s simple yet very elegant. Honestly, it’s much prettier than the trinkets I see most natborns wear, and they pay thousands of credits on some of their pieces.” Wren looks up at him with a grin.