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Between thinking it best to steer as far away from the Core as possible given the current regime, and needing repairs to his ship, he finds himself on some backwater planet in the middle of nowhere. Not only that, but so far as he could tell, there were only a handful of cities worth the name with one of them being the capital city. Which was also oh-so-imaginatively named Capital City. It seemed to be his best bet, so it was the one he chose to land at.

While his ship was undergoing repairs, he heads out into the city. The workers don't need him breathing down their necks, so he may as well see what, if anything, was of interest. So lightsaber firmly hidden in his jacket, and anything the mechanics didn't need access to firmly locked, he heads out. May as well start with the market. Wherever it is.

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If Garth'zel's arms were free, they would have windmilled to help him stay upright, but as they aren't, he just staggers instead as he draws on the Force to help with not falling over.

After he's sure he wasn't going to either fall or drop anything, he speaks up. "He does, huh?"

Sounds like he's got his answer regarding if Ezra was staying behind on Lothal or leaving with him, considering the kid hasn't wanted hugs before now.

Ezra doesn't know himself yet that he's really settled on this, but kids are good at acting on impulse, and this is what his heart wants him to do. Not realizing how close he'd come to tripped Garth'zel up, the little boy just clings a little tighter until the man's regained his balance.

"Uh huh," he says. "He... he says he's been alone a long time."

"He has, huh? Well, he's going to need you to let go of me so I can set down the things I'm carrying and get into a better position for that hug." Given he's standing with his arms full and he's not entirely certain how well trying to put things down with a child latched on to him will work.

Reluctantly, Ezra lets go of Garth'zel, both of his arms wrapping back around his doll. He stays close, though, all but hovering. "He's been at my old house a lot, 'cause... 'cause I didn't want him to get wet an' dirty," he says, feeling like he has to explain - or at least to fill the air with words while he waits to hide his own anxiety.

"I understand," Garth'zel says, carefully setting down what he's bought, mindful of the eggs before stepping back to kneel and give Ezra his hug.

"Is there anything else there you'd want to bring with you?"

Ezra's arms are so little - too little to wrap all the way around - but the boy still does his best to hug Garth'zel tight, burying his face in the Zabrak's chest. He doesn't even pull away to answer, just shakes his head, voice muffled a bit.

"I... I left a message," he says. "In case mom an' dad come back there looking." It's not a direct answer, but he doesn't have one to give. How can he explain something that he just feels, that the stuff in his house isn't what he wants? That it's the memories and the people he wants to keep.

"All right," Garth'zel says, resting his chin on the top of Ezra's head. "There's no clothes or the like then? Because you're going to need at least a couple changes."

Which means clothes shopping if Ezra doesn't retrieve any from his old house.

Ezra doesn't answer for a moment, squirming just enough to tip Garth'zel off that he's trying not to fidget. It takes him that moment to remember that Garth'zel will know if he's lying, though, so reluctantly he admits the truth to him.

"They're all dirty. Really dirty." And more than a few have holes him them, all victims of his time on the streets without anyone to wash or care about his clothes.

Garth'zel loosens his hold for in case Ezra's wriggling was a sign that he was ready to be let go. Then he sighs. "I think that washing them so as to accurately tell what sort of shape they're actually in is going to need to happen. Then we can decide what to do with them. Any that need a simple patch job, I can fix, more or less. Others may need to be consigned to the rag pile so one or the other of us has something to wipe his hands with after working on something messy in the ship."

"But I have the feeling you're going to be getting a few new clothes if not quite enough are salvageable."

Edited Date: 2018-09-18 01:59 am (UTC)

Ezra's not trying to free himself just yet. In fact, he seems reluctant to let go - almost like he's afraid he won't get a hug again once this one ends. "Do we have to?" he asks.

It's not so much that he doesn't want his clothes... He just doesn't want to go back there yet.

On impulse, Garth'zel ruffles Ezra's hair, after moving his own head enough to be able to do so. "Do you really want to be stuck wearing one set of clothes and one of my shirts when those clothes aren't available?"

He wasn't expecting fingers in his hair, a ruffle like his dad used to give him. Ezra blinks, caught off guard and left uncertain how to interpret that. Good thing he's got a question to answer to distract him. He lifts one shoulder in a shrug that lets him stay where he is, and if Garth'zel wants to keep his hand on Ezra's head, he... he's okay with that.

"I'm used to it. And... an' it's better already anyway, 'cause you cleaned them."

"It's generally considered socially unacceptable for the person in charge of a child to have several changes of their own clothes while the child only has one set," Garth'zel points out dryly. "I'm not suggesting an entire wardrobe, just a few more clothes."

"It's okay," Ezra says, trying to reassure him. "People don't care about me anyway. They won't notice if I'm wearing the same thing." He's pretty sure about that, really. No one's ever said anything about his clothes before, except to say that they were dirty, and he was dirty, and that's not even a problem anymore.

"That may be true for this city on this planet but it won't be true for the other planets we'll be," Garth'zel says patiently. "Unless you tell them, they won't ever know you spent time living on the streets and won't have any resulting preconceptions of you."

...One or two of those words were probably too complicated for Ezra to understand. Oh well.

"Why would they care about someone they don't even know?" Yeah, a few of those words were more than he could understand, but he can still latch onto the bits he did get. "Are they your friends?"

Garth'zel gives Ezra another patient look. "They don't care, per se. But these things tend to get noticed by people whose jobs it is to notice. Like security. Stormtroopers are also supposed to be on the lookout for anything odd. It's why they get stationed places."

Along with being there to deal with civil unrest if it happens. Among other things.

That... that's actually an answer that makes Ezra go quiet as the implications sink in. He hadn't thought of it like that - as something that people would notice not just as an excuse to look down on him, but as something odd to question. And that? That's not good. That's something he doesn't want at all.

Slowly, his fingers in Garth'zel's shirt loosen. He's still reluctant to let go. But to keep the Empire from noticing him...

(noticing him, noticing Garth'zel, maybe taking him away someday, too...)

"I can go back, I guess... You'll... you'll wait for me again?"

Garth'zel ruffles Ezra's hair again, figuring the kid could use it. "I will. I need to go put the groceries away then figure something out for a quick lunch. Do you want me to put Dev on your bed for you?"

Then Ezra can go retrieve his clothes sooner without needing to worry about the toy.

He'd almost forgotten he was holding Dev, so caught up had his mind been with other things. At the mention of the doll, he curls it a little closer. The little cat doll has always represented something warm and comfortable, a time when he was loved, and he's protective of it, especially in the last year. Even if he'd left it in his house instead of keeping it with him for comfort, he'd felt better knowing it was there and safe, and that no one was likely to take it. He could take it with him, to keep it safe, but.

But.

But maybe he might drop Dev because his arms will be full. Or maybe someone might take him from him. And he'd be safe here, wouldn't he? Garth'zel wouldn't do anything to him, and... and he promised he wouldn't leave. Not without Ezra.

A long few seconds of hesitation pass before Ezra nods and holds his doll out to Garth'zel. "You gotta be nice to him, okay? He doesn't like it if you throw him or... or get him wet."

...the topic of washing Ezra's toy should probably be a topic for another day.

"I can honestly say that neither of those options were on my to-do list for the day," Garth'zel assures Ezra, accepting the toy. "If you need more than one trip to get your clothes, that's fine. Just leave them in the laundry room and I'll sort through and wash them when you're done."

And then comes the sorting of the cleaned clothes. But that's an hour or two from now. At least.

He makes a shooing motion at Ezra with his empty hand. "Off with you. The sooner you're done, the sooner we can eat."

Garth'zel gets one last anxious look before Ezra lets himself get shooed out. It takes a lot for Ezra to trust him with Dev. But this is so they won't attract stormtrooper attention. It's important.

That's the only reason Ezra bothers to make the two trips it'll take to get all his clothes back to the ship. The more clothes he has, the more chance they have of no one noticing them.

He still only ends up with two meager piles, because over the course of the past year some of his clothes just hadn't survived. True to his word, all of them are filthy, too, reeking of garbage and who knows what else. Hopefully Garth'zel has gloves...

It doesn't take Garth'zel long to put Dev where he needed to be and the groceries where they also belonged. In the end, he decided to make a plate of three or four sandwiches to pile up in the middle of the table for them to take from as needed.

Although given the state of the clothes Ezra had been carrying, a certain item takes priority. "Considering the clothes you brought back has who-knows-what on them, I'm going to need you to wash your hands at the very least. A shower would probably be better."

Yes, very good thing Dev had been left with him in his opinion. Garth'zel surveys the clothes piles and is glad washers on board ships were meant to be able to stand up to a hell of a lot. "Need to borrow a shirt?"

Not that he intends to do Ezra's current set in whatever loads the other clothes wind up divided into.

"I tol' you they were dirty," Ezra mumbles, embarrassed. Really, it's not his fault he couldn't wash his clothes, or get new ones. "...I'll borrow a shirt." He wouldn't worry about how dirty his shirt is normally, since it's still cleaner than what he's used to wearing, but... well. Some of the stuff on his dirty clothes smelled pretty bad, and it had gotten onto him.

"At least it's not like the time I had to go into a vault that had toxic waste to get something," Garth'zel says philosophically. "All of those clothes were burned."

Because no. There was no saving them. Better to just start over, only keeping his lightsaber.

He goes to get Ezra that shirt before he starts actually stuffing clothes in the wash and putting everything at their highest setting.