#Gungan sandals

[sw5w]

Mesa No Tink So

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 00:15:22

[askbensolo]

Asked Treeso if we could let Fannie stay over for a weekend.

“Sure. Is she cute?” he asked, grabbing a longfruit from the counter and slinging it into his knapsack as he passed by.

I snorted into my cup of caf. “I mean…shoot your shot bro, but she’s a Jedi.”

“Aw, dang,” he said. “Jedi are celibate, huh?”

“Well…not anymore. What I mean is, be careful ‘cause she could slice your hands off.”

Treeso leaned against the wall by the door to tie on his sandals. Most Gungans don’t wear shoes, but Treeso always said he hated how dirt felt between his toes. “Hey, I like my hands, Ben. I’ll leave her alone. She a human?”

“Twi’lek,” I answered, eyeing him suspiciously.

“What? You didn’t tell me that,” he said with a stupid grin. “Well…maybe I won’t leave her alone.”

“Oh, come on, dude.” I grabbed an apple from the counter and flung it at him. He caught it, laughing.

“Hey,” I called. “Treese. Remember that time in senior year? At the Life Day party? With Kailana? I am not saving your butt like that again, Treesie boy.”

Treeso laughed harder. “Dude. You were the best wingman of all time, Benny boy. I owe my life to you. For real for real.”

I gave a nod and raised my mug to him in salute. “My honor.”

He sighed a little, our college memories still lighting up his face as he paused at the door.

“…I’m gonna miss you, bro.”

It was a rare moment of authenticity from a chronic jokester. It was too serious—I had to lighten the mood.

“Aww, you’ll see me tonight, buddy,” I teased. The apple came hurtling back at me, and I caught it and put it back in the fruit bowl.

But I felt it too. He was a good friend. After graduation, everyone I knew left Naboo and scattered across the galaxy—but I still had Treeso with me. Treeso, who had gotten me into lifting and introduced me to the boys at the cantina and listened to me rant about school and work all the time. Treeso, who I died laughing with when we downloaded a bunch of mods and speedran Podracing Simulator till 3am on a random Sunday night. Treeso, who had the emotional intelligence of a rock, but who’d sat with me and cracked bad jokes while I broke down on the couch. He wouldn’t be far away, of course…but Otoh Gunga was just far enough.

“Well…I’ll see ya tonight then, Benny.”

“Hey. Treese,” I said. “We should make sure to hang out before you leave Theed. Paint the town red. Have one last misadventure. Don’t you dare leave without giving me one last chance to suffer your company.”

“But of course not, Solo.” He flourished a bow. “We’ll plan it out once we know when I’m making my grand exit.”

I grinned. “Alright. Now get outta here, slimeface. And make sure to lock the door this time, unless you’re gonna make me walk over there and do it for you again.”

“Okay, okay. Smell ya later, gundark ears!”