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Room 204 [afternoon]

Yes, he'd done it last year.

Yes, he still thought it was funny.

Ben glanced at the calendar one more time, chuckled and commed his father.

"Skywalker."

"Hey, Dad. May the Fourth be with you!"

There was a pause and then a heavy sigh. "Again?"

Ben laughed, hung up and went back to putting his droid back together. Tiny him had been industrious about ripping it apart.

Tiny him was annoying.

[OOC: Open door, open post!]

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Tahiri leaned into him, getting comfortable. "I can even help you with the droid. I'm very good at handing you parts if you point at them and ask."

"That would be really helpful," Ben said sincerely. "Thanks. Let me find the schematics. I don't think I colored on them."

Tahiri peered around the room in hopes of spotting said schematics, asking, "Am I allowed to laugh if you did?"

"Definitely," Ben said, reaching under the bed for the plans. He sighed. "Start laughing."

Tahiri did, leaning back against the bed and closing her eyes while her shoulders shook. "Did you at least have a complicated color scheme?"

"I seemed to really like blue," Ben replied. "So...no."

Tahiri opened her eyes and reached over to touch his cheek. "It's a good color on you," she noted, smiling at him.

He laughed. "Karla keeps trying to get me to wear color."

"I'm supporting her cause," Tahiri decided instantly. "Every now and then, anyhow, a little bit of it can't hurt."

"Maybe it will," Ben teased. "Maybe putting my father in something other than black will make him keel over."

"He's older than you and more set in his ways," Tahiri amended quickly. "You, on the other hand, are still young enough to adapt."

"I'm not going to wander around looking like the Corellian Jedi," he said.

"Not even one tiny little ribbon in your hair, once a month?" Tahiri teased.

Ben gave her a Very Ferocious fake glare. "No."

Tahiri pouted at him. "Not even once, if I ask nicely?"

"Would other people have to see me?" Ben asked warily.

Tahiri pretended to consider this very carefully. "No," she finally conceded. "I won't even get a holo, how's that?"

"Will you have to see it?" Ben asked, smiling.

"That, yes." She grinned at him. "Sorry."

"You are not," Ben countered.

"I suppose saying so would be a lie, wouldn't it?" Tahiri asked, her voice strained a bit from the effort of trying not to laugh.

He leaned out to tickle her again. "It would."

Tahiri laughed and reached over to grab his wrists, less to try and stop him than tug him closer. "Then in that case, no, I'm not sorry. What do you plan to do about it?"

"Death by tickling," he declared.

"You'd miss me," Tahiri retorted, leaning up to bump noses with him.

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