Disclaimer: Lucas films and Disney owns the show, I write just for the kicks (get it? It's a pun. No. well, I thought I'm a funny individual)
Story summary: Fives tries to be funny at Echo's expense. Kix's not amused.
Chronic butthurt
"hey! Kix! You are a medic, right?"
Kix took a sip of his caf, emitted an exasperated sigh.
"what do you need Fives?"
"it'a about Echo" the ARC trooper tried to sound concerned.
'Try' was a key word, as Fives couldn't lie himself out of a paper bag.
"what's up with him?" Kix didn't even bother to look up from the datapadwork.
"he's always so tense… he has like… fear of breaking the rules… you know, like a compulsion!" Of course he did, that's what made Echo, well, Echo "what do you think, Kix?"
That it takes two to tango.
He looked up, his brows furrowed, jaw clenched.
"The symptoms match morbus gluteal malum!" he proclaimed.
Suddenly Fives' failed sabbacface faltered, colour drained from his face - He had never seen the field medic act so serious.
"is.. is it-?" the question died down on his lips before he managed to fully articulate it.
Kix almost spit his caf seeing his comrade's reaction.
"don't worry" the medic said matter-of-factly "there is a cure"
"really?" Fives asked hopefully.
"hire him a hooker" the medic replied with a smirk.
The ARC emitted a nervous laugh of strained, knee-jerk-reaction type.
"very funny, Kix! you've got me, buddy."
"I recommend 69's" the medic turned back to his work "they have a discount for clones"
