Three. Two. One.
The moment that green fingers became a fist, a cluster of birds took to the air as two boys dashed out from the barrels on either side of the fruit stand. One grabbed an apple red as a human boy’s face when you pulled down his pants in the middle of the street, and the other grabbed a lemon yellow as the sun. Then they both broke and ran in opposite directions, ignoring the shouts of the vendor behind them and grinning from ear to ear like they had just won the huttball tournament.
Because why not? It was fun.
Pumped full of adrenaline and spurred on despite his chest fighting for every breath as he sprinted, Jaster raced down the street, his apple in his hand. He’d always been the faster one— he was confident that he would reach the meeting spot first, as usual.
Thinking of the pouty look on his friend’s face when they would get there, however, Jaster failed to register the person coming down the sidewalk just then. His dreams of glory were all but interrupted when he crashed headfirst into said person, sending his apple flying out of his hand. The only thing he didn’t know was that this person was a Jedi Padawan.
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