Gloves

“JAMES!”

That was the vode’s first indicator that Bean was angry. Whatever the prankster did this time, it had Bean pissed. James went two shades paler as he dropped his fork, Bean running towards him at full speed and jumping over the table to get to said clone.

James didn’t get very far when he did start running, Bean tackled him to the ground and the two rolled, the other vode quickly scrambling away to see this go down.

Poor James shrieked up at the furious medic who-

Who now had a scalpel drawn from kara knows where and James grasping and holding back Bean’s arm for dear life.

“WHAT DID I DO?! ”

Bean snarled as he held up a free hand… his gloved bleached in spots to.. Make a paw? It would be adorable if he wasn’t being held down by the violent medic right now.

“What the kriff did I tell you about pranking me again?!”

James sputtered-

“I didn’t do it! I swear!”

Ringer came forward to try and calm down Bean. “Hey- hey, Bean put the scalpel down, you can not go stabbing other vods. Please.” A circle had already started around the fight, but very few would even try to physically stop Bean. Except for the General, the Togruta loved brawling Bean for some reason.

“Then who did it, James?” Bean hisses, his grip never loosening on the scalpel.

Ringer glances at James, grimacing. “James, if you did it, please just be honest.”

This is it, this is James’ karma for too many pranks. He was at a loss, sputtering away and trying to push Bean’s arm away.

Spotting Runes coming through the crowd, he yells “Runes! Buddy, please! Tell your crazy Buir I didn’t mess with his gloves!” James was desperate at this point, Runes had his back, he hoped.

Runes blinked at the scene before him just as Bean growls out. “Don’t drag Runes into this James.”

“Oh.” Runes starts off softly before he's inching over to the pinned down clone.

“James didn’t touch your gloves Buir, I did.”

There’s a pause over the crowd and over Bean.

James didn’t dare breathe in that moment as he watched the gears turn in Bean’s head.

“I’m sorry, I should have asked, I wanted it to be a surprise. I think the note I left must’ve fallen off. I’ll get you new gloves, Buir if you don’t like them.” Runes looked equivalent to a kicked puppy as Bean’s head snapped up.

“I.. what? No, no no-” in an instant, Bean’s demeanor changed as he got off James and put away his sharp friend in his vambrace.

“I love it, Ru’ika.” and he smiles at Runes and gently reassures the other medic.

James isn’t sure what’s scarier, Bean trying to stab him or him smiling. He settled for both as he’s helped up by his batch-twin Jesse. He let out a wheeze, so close, yet saved by their angel of a vod’ika Runes.

After their bit of chatter, which James tuned out, scarred by this event. Thank you.

Bean came up to James and cleared his throat. “I won’t try to stab you again. For today.”

James blinked, well. That was as close as he was going to get for an apology. “Uh.. Yep. Thanks Bean.”

With that settled and the vode circle broken, Bean left the commissary with Runes.