Aboard the Ghost

Always Breathing

On the streets of Lothal, 6:48 a.m....

The shopkeepers tried hard not to let their amusement show but it was kinda hard. They glanced every now and then at the strange group and couldn't help but laugh at the amusing display the youngest one was showing.

"Ezra, stop breathing on me."

"I'm not breathing on you."

"Yes you are!" Hera said, shoving his head down away from her. He gave her a small smile before slinking behind a large pot and...

...somehow appeared right behind Kanan. He nearly yelped when he felt a small pair of arms loop around his neck and someone's breath tickling his ear.

Kanan sighed. "Ezra, isn't there anything else you can do other than creep us out?"

Ezra let out a laugh. "Nope. I'm always gonna be breathing on one of you... Always."

"No you're not."

"Always..." With that, he unhooked his arms from his master's neck and leaped onto the top of a stand. Kanan watched him and sighed.

He has to be the strangest kid I've ever known, he thought.

Ezra grinned, leaping from stand to stand before dropping down silently next to Sabine. She stiffened slightly when she felt him breathing down her neck like the creep he is. Resisting the urge to slap him, she tugged on Zeb's arm.

He looked down at her. "What?" She hooked a thumb in Ezra's direction and Zeb seemed to get the hint. Quickly, he reached over and hoisted him under his large arm.

"Hey!" Ezra gasped, trying to wiggle free. "I can't breathe!"

"What happened to 'always breathing'?" Kanan smirked. Ezra glared at him and clawed at Zeb's arm.

"Well, I'm not gonna be breathing if Zeb doesn't let go of me!"

They all tried to stifle their laughter and continued on their way, still completely unaware of their audience.