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lablass-2882 · 1 year ago

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Happy Cody Day!

So, in Honor of Cody Day (2/2/24), that I completely didn’t.....somewhat.... forget about until last minute. I attempted to draw some cute fan art of Cody with all his nieces and nephews from my Clone kiddo Au.

And.....

I didn’t like it. It just wasn’t working the way I wanted it to. So, I tried something else. And that looked terrible. So I went for attempt number 3 aaaannnnd.... you can guess how that went.

Anyway

Here is a cute little short story instead featuring Cody and one of his nieces from my whacky AU.

Story below the cut.

Enjoy.

“Ow...”

“Sorry.” Cody mumbled.

“They don't have to be....kandos” A small voice mumbled. (Perfect)

“Ba’vod is almost done. This will only take a moment.” (Uncle)

“Gar said megin eyn hour’ago.” The small voice retorted. (You said that an hour ago.)

Cody huffed as he stared down at his messy work. Despite weeks of careful planning, endless research, and diligent practice..... he really sucked at braiding. In particular, he sucked at braiding hair. There was something about braiding hair chaffed him to no end. His braids were always uneven, messy, and, quite frankly, just inadequate. He was just really bad at it. He always had been and he expected that he always would be. Much to his young and fidgety niece’s bad luck.

Now, Taliyah, or Tally for short, was trying her best to sit still. But she was also a ten-year old child who really, really wanted to go play with the other kids in the yard. What had started as a simple request for twin braids in her hair had turned into a battle of attrition for the young girl. She had been so blissfully unaware of Cody’s utter disdain for braids. And now, two hours later, her patience was reaching a breaking point. So, in a moment of defeat.....Cody throw in the towel and let the messy braids win.

“Alright, I guess that will have to do.” He huffed out. “So, how do they look?”

He handed Tally a small mirror to look at her braids. Her pale purple hair was so different than Cody’s own. It was softer than the hair of the clones and had more of a wavy curl when compared to the tight curls that he and Vod’s sported. This made his usual styling techniques and tricks ineffective on most days. Especially braids. But Tally didn’t seem to care about the messy braids or their uneven alignment, as a bright smile blossomed across her face.

“Val're Kandosii! I Love it, Ba’vod Kote!” (They’re perfect.)

Whirling around to face him, Cody was met with a tight hug and a wide toothy grin that made his heart melt.

“Ori'vor'e, ori’vor’e!” (An excited thank you expression.) The young girl chimed. “Now I have braids too. Just like Aurora and the ashi’vods.” (other kids)

Cody hummed and nodded along with her excitement. He honestly thought that he could have done better, but if his niece was happy. That was all that mattered.

“Now, these won’t last all day, okay. I don’t think your hair is long enough to leave the braids in like the others. If they start to get loose, come and find me to fix it. Utre’la?” (Means alright or clear.)

“Ultre’la.” Tally nodded.

Cody doubted that the braids would last for very long. Not with how the kids played, it would be a miracle if they stayed for the rest of the day. Plus, Tally’s hair really wasn’t long enough for tight braids. Aurora, Neo, and Ulh’ta all had hair similar to him and his vods, and it could hold tight braids. While most of Tally’s hair had been chopped off during her surgery. It was starting to grow back, but at a snail’s pace. He had tried to explain that to her when she asked him about putting braids in her hair....... but her pleading eyes broke down any resistance he had. So, this old clone soldier dug out his styling tools and attempted to make his ad'ika happy. (niece, nephew, child, etc.) Maybe Rex was right, and he had grown soft.

“May I go play in the yard now? Geedet’te Ba’vod Kote.” Tally chimed. (Please, uncle Cody.)

“You may.” He sighed. “But be careful and no climbing things.”

“Okay.” She chirped while trying to wiggle out of his grip.

“Especially trees.”

“I won’t.”

“And no hitting the other kids.”

“Shi meh val nynir ni sol'yc” (Only if they hit me first.)

“Tal’ika.”

“I promise I won’t.” Tally giggled before running off. Metal feet clanged against the floors as she ran. Pausing momentarily at the doorframe before turning back to face him, “kar’taylir darasuum, Ba’vod Kote.” (Love you, Uncle Cody.) And with that, she was off.

Cody signed and went to pick up his tools. “Kar'taylir darasuum gar too ad'ika.” (Love you too, little one.)

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And there you have it. A nice short and sweet like fic.

Apologies for no doodles or drawings. I attempted so many different ideas, but drawing.exe in my brain just wasn't working. So I went with a short story instead.

Anyway, see y'all next time.