D-O

New people? “F-Friend?” The little droid asks curiously, rolling up to the reader with his wheel squeaking.

//I found my c h i l d and yes, yes I did buy and take him home :)

D-O has discovered Millicent! “G-good kitty. Good kitty.” He gives an awkward attempt to pet her by gently tapping her with his nose.

//hi I’m alive just been busy. I’m off today though so maybe I’ll get to some replies here as well as on Hux

“Happy!” He repeats as he rolls in a circle around her before leaning against her leg in a show of affection.

//OHMYGOD IM DYING MY MOM LEGIT ASKED ME IF I WAS OKAY BECAUSE I WAS LAUGHING SO HARD

//okay but I read this as he was making spaghetti in his underwear like he was cooking it in them instead of a pot and clearly I’m very sleep deprived

//ME TOO!! HES SO PRECIOUS

#NewLayout //THANK YOU @trappedpilot

//I’m gonna cry my droid child makes me so happy like how dare he be so precious

The little droid happily runs a circle around the General before settling in front of him, rocking back and forth slightly. “Happy! H-happy!”

“General Hux, Ge-General Hux, Friend?” He asks hopefully. D-O likes friends. He hasn’t had many in his existence.

“D-O. I-I am D-O,” he tells the man cheerfully as he rolls after him. Maybe the red man will be his friend after all?

D-O does a little test roll to determine if the squeak was gone. “S-Squeak eliminated. Better.”

The little droid noses at Rey’s tools curiously until she returns at which point he rolls up to her. “Happy!”

“He-hello! Hello!” The droid does a little circle around the porg before coming to a stop in front of him.

“Under-Understand.” He gives his version of a nod, rolling back and forth slightly as he does so before following after the man.

The little droid visibly flinches are the shouting before slowly rolling back, making sure to stop well out of kicking distance. “S-Sorry,” he repeats. He doesn’t want to be disassembled.

“No thank you... Sorry... sorry...” the little droid says as he quickly rolls away to hide. He just wanted to make a new friend, that’s all. His mistake. Sad squeaky droid.

“Ship. N-no thank you no thank you,” he rolls a few more feet away, as if scared, his little head glancing up warily. By ship he means the millennium Falcon.

“Squeak returned,” he replies, rolling with some more squeaking. Maybe a little more oil will help?