darth malgus & kilran appreciation society

hawkeblock:

Roy never did well in school. His grades weren’t very good, he always spoke a little oddly, and he spent his class time sitting in the back making paper planes, smirking at his classmates and passing notes around. He’d tell them stories in the yard – Roy would perch on an overturned crate like he was some sort of bird, and tell them all manner of crazy things; even then they were often lewd and scandalous. When a teacher heard one boy repeating one of Roy’s more exciting stories, she grabbed a nine year old Roy by the cuff of his shirt, dragged him inside and sat him down.

You sit here and I am going to call your father, she told him, but Roy grinned back, that’s mighty impressive, miss, ‘cause I don’t know where he’s at.

She narrowed her eyes, you sit here and I am going to call your mother, and Roy yawned, stretching his limbs out with lazy satisfaction, okay miss, but you best get me some snacks an’ a pillow though ‘cause she ain’t gonna come down here for some long time.

Then I am going to get your brother, and she did, the woman yanked poor Ben out of his own class and into the room, scolded him as if it were the child’s role to discipline his reckless little brother. He’s a stupid boy, she said, waving a bony finger at Roy, and if he doesn’t behave himself and stop riling the other kids up then he won’t be able to stay. Ben nodded politely, hemmed and hawed, muttering yes ma’am and of course miss.

When she was done she dismissed the Edgewood boys, and Ben walked Roy home. Roy dragged his feet as he moved and kept his head bowed down low, limp arms dangling by his sides. You’re not stupid, Ben smiled and reached over to hold his hand for a moment, and Roy tried his best to smile right back.

When Roy shoots a problematic officer in the back of the head for an extra crate of spice and a handful of credits he wonders just how smart he really is.