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❛ i'll slip away into the sound / the ghost of you is close to me / i'm inside out, you're underneath. ❜
GONER// TWENTY ONE PILOTS
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BOUNCING THE CHILD IN HER ARMS, Eisha and Wolffe began their way back to regroup. The latter hadn't stopped pouting since the Padawan found the Twi'lek child.
Frowning at them, he begrudgingly began to slowly smile at Eisha's grin as she pulled funny faces that caused the baby to giggle as she bounced her about in her arms. Shaking his head, he resumed his frown, "You're not keeping it."
"Why not? I kept you," Poking her tongue out at the Commander, the child in her arms gurgled at her expression, "And, not 'it', Blaidd. I've already told you."
Exasperatedly rolling his eyes, he corrected himself nonetheless, "Okay, you're not keeping her. Happy, now?"
Facing Wolffe, she grinned, "Immensely."
Pulling his helmet off, he allowed her to see his slightly irritated expression. But, she still grinned at him, and it caused his face to immediately soften. Shaking his head, he placed a hand on her back, "Let's just get back. Kriff knows how we're going to explain this."
"Hey! No swearing around the baby," Playfully scowling at Wolffe, he just glared at her. Sending one down to the giggling child in her arms too for good measure, as she pointed a small finger to the aggravated clone. Looking back up at Eisha, he caught the pointed stare she gave him, violet eyes twinkling in amusement at his vexed attitude.
Throwing his helmet back on to escape her gaze, he kept one arm safely around her, whilst the other clasped his blaster firmly. Hurrying forward, Wolffe pulled her along, "Come on, Pitat."
