[closed]

[myownprice]

WHO: Boba Fett and Catra
WHERE: De Chima 001
WHEN: Shortly after the housing change-up
WHAT: Boba meets his new housemate, questionable first impressions are made.
WARNINGS: Probably nothing, will update if needed!



[Like most people, Boba prefers not to work too late. It has nothing to do with his sleep schedule or even feeling unsafe after dark; it’s just that his job is easiest when people mistake him for a student and that cover becomes harder and harder to maintain the later it gets. There’s not many schools open at night, after all. So he usually finishes up in the early evening when he can help it.

He couldn’t help it today. The colder weather means fewer willing couriers, which means more work gets shunted onto him. It’s not completely a bad thing—it’s certainly been a profitable season for him. But it means he’s been having a lot more late nights recently than he had before.

It’s already dark by the time Boba returns to his new home in De Chima. He’s still getting used to the place, but he prefers it to Maurtia Falls. At least he doesn’t have literal cops living with him here. Now, it’s just him and Lucien.

At least, it was. When he enters the house this time, he hears noise coming from the kitchen. At first, he assumes it’s Lucien, because who else could it be? Backpack still on his shoulders, he makes his way towards the noise, expecting to see the older assassin busy preparing something in the kitchen—and instead sees an unfamiliar figure hunched over the fridge.

A shock of alarm goes through Boba at the sight of a stranger in their kitchen. But it’s anger, not fear, that colors his voice when he speaks up, loud and demanding.]

Who are you? What are you doing here?

Comments

[plentystrong]

[ She just looks back at him quizzically. ]

Uh, duh? I mean something must've happend for a twelve-year-old to have a problem with that many people.

[myownprice]

I’m thirteen, [Boba retorts, standing straighter as if to prove his point via height.] And that’s just the way things are. Sometimes people are on different sides.

[It’s just that, as the son of Jango Fett, Boba happens to be on a very unpopular side indeed. There’s one other factor as well, one that’s only been further confirmed from the conversations he has had with others from his galaxy.] And maybe people think it’ll be easier killing me now because they know won’t stand a chance when I grow up.

[They don’t stand a chance now, either. But Boba can’t stop people from deluding themselves.]

[plentystrong]

[ It's quite telling, what Boba says, and it is not unfamiliar to Catra whatsoever. If she softens a fraction... well, that may have something to do with it. ]

You're gonna give them hell, then? Show them where it's at?

[myownprice]

[Boba gives a soft huff of annoyance. He’s pretty sure he’s being patronized, but that doesn’t change his answer.]

Yes. [A pause, then he shrugs.] I’d just prefer to do it somewhere where the dead stay dead.

[plentystrong]

[ Catra just nods sagely. Or tries for "sagely", at least. ]

Makes sense. Why put in all the effort for a subpar result?

[myownprice]

Exactly. Better to wait until we’re back home where it’ll count.

[The others from his galaxy seem to share a similar view for the most part. At least, Boba assumes they do, given another war hasn’t broken out here. They’re all in stasis, though not a very comfortable one.

Now that the conversation seems to have taken a less hostile turn, Boba’s wariness towards his new housemate starts to ease towards curiosity.]

What about you? Is it the same where you're from?

[plentystrong]

[ She puts her chin in her hand, pondering the question, thens hakes her head. ]

Hmm, not really. I mean, I have enemies, [ she leans in, grinning widely ] but I'm also in command of an army. [ A beat. ] Well, second-in-command, but who's counting?

[myownprice]

[Boba seems less impressed by that boast than Catra likely would’ve hoped.]

Is that army here? [he asks.]

[plentystrong]

[ Her ears droop a little. ]

Well, no.

[ She quirks her eyebrows at him. ]

So what about you? Got any allies here?

[myownprice]

[Well, having an army in a different universe is about as good as not having an army at all. But he’ll remember that Catra at least has a history with some kind of military.]

Nobody from my galaxy.

[Not that he'd had a surplus of them there, either.]

I’ve made a couple of fr—allies here, though.

[plentystrong]

Hmm. Pretty smart.

I'm still shopping around for allies. Just got here and all that jazz.

[ She gives him a contemplative look. ]

Now, you and I, I think we could understand each other, yeah?

[myownprice]

You don’t get in my way and I won’t get in yours.

[It’s not exactly an alliance, but a non-intervention treaty is still pretty good in Boba’s eyes. And she’s still mostly a stranger at the moment.

His head tilts slightly.]

Unless you’re thinking of something more specific.

[plentystrong]

Nah. Staying out of each other's hair sounds good.

[ Really, she has better things to do than being annoyed by some kid. Though not by much. And fighting with roommates is something she's done, but it sounds tiring. ]