fandomtownies | The Perk, Monday Afternoon

The first time it happened, Atton had been in the middle of an important slice during a brief moment of peace for Mira, who'd been defending the room while Atton worked. The next time it happened, Mira had just rolled a gas grenade into their target's office and knocked out both the man himself and his handlers. And the third time? The third time, Atton'd been leaning briefly against a wall to wind down from carrying a heavy Neimoidian on his back.

Had you ever fallen over for a nap with a Neimoidian on your back? Yeah.

As soon as they'd gotten back to the ship, they'd found Brianna waiting for them, because apparently Atton's 'sudden narcolepsy' was 'a threat to the second half of the mission', and blah blah blah whatever. Ugh.

So he'd returned to what he was pretty sure was the source of all the stupid (if restful) napping: Fandom. And while the naps themselves had actually been pretty nice and he hadn't woken up with half of his face feeling like it was on fire once, he was still right here in the Perk, chugging back coffee out of spite.

You couldn't get him forever, island. Damn it.

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