Don't Tell Her I Said That
"Dude!"
Aerrow rolled his eyes and continued wiping the grease fittings on his skimmer.
"Dude!"
Finn stood across from him, arms akimbo and in full line of sight despite Aerrow's best efforts to ignore the guy. He was staring expectantly at Aerrow with wide eyes as though he expected a reaction a bit less lukewarm than the one he was getting. Aerrow brushed a wayward strand of hair from his eyes, determinedly ignoring the silent request.
Finn flexed his fingers and shrugged his shoulders in a way that was just a tiny bit less annoying than his apparent decision to shift his weight eagerly from foot to foot.
Aerrow grabbed a screwdriver and picked a random screw, throwing himself into the task of prying the poor shot of metal from its comfortable home.
Finn wiggled again. "Dude!"
There was a muted clang as Aerrow let his forehead hit the exhaust pipes of his ride, staring with defeat at the screw that was halfway out of its place. He was on the cusp of giving in and asking Finn what was up.
Finn had been there, repeating himself, for the past twenty minutes. Not that something like that was out of character for Finn, but Aerrow knew exactly what Finn was excited about.
It was, after all, the third time he'd gone through this particular conversation, but for some reason, Finn couldn't let it drop.
With a half hearted twist on the screwdriver, he asked in a deadpan voice, "What, Finn?"
"Did you see that?"
"See what, Finn?"
"Dude," he exclaimed with an odd sort of spirit to the words, "She was wearing a dress."
What was so exciting about that? "I know. I was there, too."
"Dude!"
Aerrow sighed again and studied the screw. He didn't know what it was connected to, and he toyed with the idea of taking it completely out.
"…and she was wearing a dress! Man, I wish I had a camera. That would be totally awesome blackmail material, wouldn't it?"
Who knows? Maybe that screw was a magic screw that granted wishes. Aerrow knew what he'd wish for…he'd wish for an off switch for his friend's mouth.
"But man, don't ever tell her this, but…"
Maybe if he took it out, the skimmer would fall apart in a heap. That would be kinda cool. But it would be better if he could do it to Finn's ride. That would keep him occupied for a few days…"
"…seriously. But don't tell her I said that."
"Sure." Aerrow replied distractedly, still contemplating the screw.
Finn walked away, and the sound of his not-so-subtle footfalls snapped Aerrow's attention back from his musings of the abstract.
Watching him go, Aerrow had a strange sensation crawl up his spine.
"Did I miss something?" he asked aloud, eyebrow cocked.
He had the oddest feeling that he had…
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Author's Note: Total word count: 476
Wooo….another drabble. Shall I turn this into a serial drabble like Conversations, or make it a random drop off for my supersized drabbles?
Oh, each of these will be 500 words or less.