[ ahsoka has never been the type to fight for attention or glory, but if someone's watching, some part of her is still the cocky kid that wants to show off a little. if she can do it with style, why shouldn't she? and alphys is a great audience, so much so that by that little cheer of hers, ahsoka finds herself twirling to pose a moment, grinning as she draws her blades in close to her and then flicks them off. ]
No sweat, see?
[ what little niggling irritation the desire demon had managed to leave her with is entirely forgotten now, replaced by the satisfaction of protecting someone so obviously grateful and impressed. ]
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No sweat, see?
[ what little niggling irritation the desire demon had managed to leave her with is entirely forgotten now, replaced by the satisfaction of protecting someone so obviously grateful and impressed. ]