The Junkyard, Monday Afternoon

[moreofaponchoguy]

After the (legitimate) fun he'd had poking around this place last week, Cal had asked about getting a job here, and ended up with the keys.

He was starting to get the feeling this place was never going to stop surprising him.

So, with his newfound managerial power, Cal was... doing almost the exact same thing as last week, sorting the good junk from the junk-junk, while also trying to get the bow tie off of BD-1 that he'd been wearing since prom.

"It's been three days, buddy. You don't need to be formal anymore."

"It will come off when it's supposed to!" BD beeped in reply.

The junkyard was open!

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[suitably_heroic]

"Oh, space."

Atton had been on his way to the Hawk, after running away like an insecure idiot deciding to give his roommate some space yesterday. And now there was... that.

"When did we get a droid?!"

His week just kept getting worse, and it was only Monday.

[moreofaponchoguy]

That sounded like BD-1's cue to look extra handsome, and he gave Atton a friendly leg-wave.

"Oh, that's BD-1, he's mine," Cal said. "We've only been here for a little while, still working on meeting everyone."

[suitably_heroic]

"You know those break, right?" Atton said. "In the head."

Sorry, Cal. There was a paranoia issue here.

[moreofaponchoguy]

"Not if you take care of them," Cal said defensively. "Some of them are easy to break, but that's mostly if you have to attack them."

Not that he did that on a regular basis.

[suitably_heroic]

"You say that now, but I'm telling you, one day that little thing will snap and probably steal your starship or something," Atton said, pointing at BD-1. "Well. If you have one."

[moreofaponchoguy]

Cal could see BD raring up to argue and grabbed him to hold him back. "Considering how many times he's saved my life, he could take whatever he wants when our time together is done," he said. "BD's my best friend and I trust him. I'm sorry you had some kind of bad experience, but maybe droids don't treat you well because you expected the worst of them."

[suitably_heroic]

"Or maybe I expect the worst because they've been the worst," Atton retorted. "Space, that's just what we need, another squeaky-clean do-gooder from home. Well, don't let it get anywhere near my ship, all right?"

He waved at the Hawk.

(Sorry, Cal. He'd had a life week, and he was absolutely irrationally taking it out on you.)