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'tween layers of mesh you'll find me by deniigiq
Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types
04 Jan 2023
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Ahsoka is ambivalent to aquascapes, terrariums, and all things in between. She finds Rex's creatures aesthetically pleasing but otherwise boring. Not once has she expressed an interest in feeding the fish or trimming the grasses. The furthest she’s gone has been to tell him to get geckos next time. These, she claims, actually have personality.
Rex takes this frankly unnecessary attitude from her because Ahsoka is the reason that he has tanks at all. He couldn’t afford anything to put in his first tank until she arrived to his doorstep with a ballooning plastic bag in hand.
The fish died within a week. It came from a grungy pet store in the city that advertised its bettas in a pyramid of plastic cups, but the little guy’s brief presence in Rex’s tiny tank was enough for him to become hooked.
Fish became an obsession.
(Post-War AU where Ahsoka is determined she's going to save Obi-Wan's miniature pond, and Rex is illegally breeding Nabooian salamanders in his one-bedroom apartment.)
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Bant links her arm through Kenobi’s as she reads messages on her pad. She reports that General Fisto has replied to her inquiry with an essay about how he specifically told the late Master Qui-Gon Jinn that that pot was meant for a closed environment. Closed, he insists. They’d talked about this for weeks. General Fisto had provided innumerable resources; in fact, he still has them. He is checking his logs as they speak and, yes, he has the message receipts from three decades ago and they are timestamped.
This is proof that he did nothing wrong; he had been more specific than he’d ever been about anything in his life. He’d been so specific that General Windu, who at the time claimed he was not picking up so much as a pebble to assist in any part of this endeavor, knew the ins and outs of what was allowed and explicitly, emphatically forbidden for this project.
“He’s still going,” Bant says, scrolling down her pad. “Wow, he’s really going. We did it, kids. We finally found Kit’s last nerve.”