Ezra's still not sure he's convinced, but the change in subject distracts him from any further argument. He gets down from his chair, hiking his borrowed shirt up his shoulder again, and follows the Zabrak out of the lounge so he can reclaim his clothes.
Clean clothes, he discovers a few minutes later, smell really, really different from what he's grown used to. And they look different, too. There's no dirt or stains! (Well, a lot fewer stains.) It's almost hard to believe they're the same clothes he had on earlier.
And they're warm. Warm and soft in his arms, just fresh out of the dryer. Standing there, Ezra hugs them up close, marveling at the feeling, and forgetting that he's supposed to get changed.
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Date: 2018-07-27 01:17 am (UTC)From:Clean clothes, he discovers a few minutes later, smell really, really different from what he's grown used to. And they look different, too. There's no dirt or stains! (Well, a lot fewer stains.) It's almost hard to believe they're the same clothes he had on earlier.
And they're warm. Warm and soft in his arms, just fresh out of the dryer. Standing there, Ezra hugs them up close, marveling at the feeling, and forgetting that he's supposed to get changed.
"Are these really mine?"