I don't own clone wars or any of its characters, this drabble is based on art by dakt37 on tumblr
Boil wakes up from his nap with a yawn , he had some down time so he decided to take a nap. He looks around for Waxer, he hopes that he didn't get into to much trouble.
A few weeks ago there was a poisoning of certain troopers in the Gar, it didn't kill them, thank the force. It did shrink them down to only six inches tall though. Boil looks around the barracks, not seeing Waxer anywhere.
He's not really worried, ever since it happened brothers have gotten used to keeping an eye on where they step. He looks in every nook and cranny that Waxer could have gotten into, but he doesn't find him.
He does find little Wooley sleeping in a tiny blanket tucked in a drawer, it brings a rare smile to his face. The tiny brother's get tired so fast, they must burn energy faster now that they're tiny.
He leaves Wooley be, leaving the barracks. He wonders where Waxer might have went, probably with another brother but he still wants to find him. Waxer is always getting himself into trouble, even before he was tiny.
Boil walks into the kitchen to grab some caf, he's probably going to need it if he knows Waxer. He grabs his cup, picking up the container of caf he pour's it in. Taking a sip he grunts when he realizes it's cold, he decides to just drink it and continues to look for Waxer.
He walks out and into the communications room, setting his caf down. He searches the room from top to bottom but doesn't find Waxer anywhere, he doesn't know where he would have gotten too.
He grabs his caf off the table and goes to take another sip, when he hears tiny chuckling, looking down he sees a tiny Waxer in his cup. He glares at him, while Waxer only laughs.
"I was gunna drink that." Boil tells him, not happy at all that Waxer ruined his caf. Waxer just laughs again like the little trouble maker he is.
"Sorry." Waxer tells him, but Boil knows he's not by the shit-eating grin on his face.
"No y'ain't." He tells him, picking him out of his caf. He sighs, holding Waxer in front of his face.
"You do know that you have to have a bath now, right?" He asks Waxer and he just nods.
"Worth it!" He squeak's out, and Boil chuckles. He may get angry but he still loves his brother. He sits him carefully in the palm of his hand, and Waxer sits down, leg's crossed.
"Come on, let's get ya cleaned up." Boil tells him, carrying him to the barracks. He grabs the little tub and fills it with warm water, he turns his back when Waxer changes and gets in. Giving him some privacy.
He grabs Waxer a clean pair of blacks to change into, and washes his armor for him. He comes back once Waxer is changed into his blacks.
"What do you want to do now?" He asks Waxer, who yawns.
"Can I have a nap, I'm tired?" He says and Boil nods, he must have tired himself out while hiding from him.
"Of course" He says as he carry's Waxer to his bunk and lays him on the pillow, grabbing the miniature blanket that was special made fe covers him up and he's asleep before his head even hits the pillow. Boil smiles and grabs a datapad, keeping an eye on his little brother. He makes sure that nothing can ever hurt him.
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