He doesn't immediately notice that more food is being put onto his plate since he's just eating without really paying attention, but by the second egg he clicks what's happening and he pauses, looking uncertainly at Ezra. He seems content to share, though, so he mumbles a quiet thanks and finishes eating.
He listens in on the conversation, but he doesn't really know them or their skillsets well enough to make suggestions of his own - he does think fewer people is better, it'll be easier to run if they need to. Just scouting doesn't sound so bad, and if they can mask his scent that's even better.
"If they spot us, I'll make sure Ezra gets away." He says firmly - Ezra's done enough for him, he doesn't want him getting taken by those people too. Plus if Ezra makes it back it sounds like they're going after that group anyway, maybe they'll be able to rescue him.
He nods at Ezra.
"Tonight." he agrees. Gives him time to get more rest, too.
He considers this for a moment, unsure if he wants to go out in the city when they don't know if the people who took him are looking for him, but also really wanting to get his memory back.
"Both?" he suggests "I'd like some more rest first, but maybe go out in the city later? If you don't already have anything to do, I don't want to get in the way..."
"Okay." he nods - it makes sense, since he doesn't know how long he'll need to take advantage of their hospitality, and he doesn't want to keep Ezra from his own bed any longer than necessary.
"Thank you." He says, to Ezra and to all of them - they could have just kicked him out and made it not their problem, but as reluctant as some of the adults are they're still willing to let him stay for now, and seem to be happy to help.
Even if it is probably really fucking weird to get a polite thank you from a kid they're used to seeing giving aggro and throwing punches to everyone who so much as looks at him funny, even if they're a foot taller and a 100 pounds heavier. Especially if they're a foot taller and a 100 pounds heavier.
He glances between them with a confused expression but doesn't say anything, instead he just follows Ezra's example and hands over his plate. He's just about to follow him when the names comes out and he pauses.
"...Spot?" He asks. He's pretty sure Ezra would have mentioned if he knew his name before now, so he's not sure where that came from.
Spot looks a bit uncertain when he sees Sabine almost laughing and the guilt in Ezra's expression, but he follows Ezra back to his room.
When he gets the explanation he does sort of understand the reaction and he huffs a soft laugh.
"I guess that makes sense." He concedes. He's quiet for a moment as he thinks and then he shrugs easily.
"Well since I don't know my name either, it's as good a name as any to use, I suppose."
It would be a terrible name to give to a child officially, but as a nickname it's not so bad, he can live with it. He would have been concered about the type of parents who'd name a baby Spot.
"...Do you know if I have any family? They might be worried...." He says, suddenly realising that possibility and feeling guilty that he hasn't raised it before.
Ezra pauses in sorting out the blankets, long enough to say: "Its depends what you mean by that."
He turns around to face Spot, his expression sympathetic. "I'm pretty sure you live on the streets, but that doesn't mean you don't have family of a sorts. I'm an orphan, too, but these people are like my family. You might have people like that."
"Oh.." Spot says softly, frowning slightly. He hopes whoever they are, if they exist, that they aren't too worried or having trouble without him around, but he's also a little saddened by the thought that he might be all alone. He wonders why, if it's something he did, if it has something to do with all those fights...
He feels like he should probably be mourning a family, too, but it's hard to mourn something you don't ever remember having.
"Well.. maybe when we go out into the city we might meet someone."
Spot frowns thoughtfully, tilting his head to the side as he considers this.
He doesn't know how he feels about criminals, but there's no kind of instinctual disapproval that strikes him immediately, but then maybe that's because he doesn't remember anything.
"Do you hurt people?" He asks eventually, since right now he feels like that's the only thing that might make him dislike them.
"I... well, yes, but..." Spot isn't entirely willing to say that anybody doesn't count as people, and it's not like he remembers anything Stormtroopers have ever done, but he does remember what they are and he does know, somehow, that they can't be trusted, that they're not there to help.
He also knows that it would make sense if criminals got into fights with them.
"I mean, the kind of crimes you do, you're not... stealing from people who don't have much, or things like that, right?"
Ezra shakes his head, turning around now to present a pair of separate bedrolls for napping.
"No," he says. "We help people. Or we try to. We try to make it harder for the Empire to hurt people. But we can draw a lot of attention, and some people would rather we kept quiet and didn't make trouble."
Spot nods, taking one of the bedrolls with a small thank you.
"Well I don't see why I would hate you for that. It's good to try and help people, isn't it?" He says with a shrug. Without his years of cynicism and bitter understanding of the world, it all seems so simple - people need helping, you help them.
"You don't think..." he starts uncertainly "I'm not a bad person, am I?"
Spot relaxes a little when he hears that - Ezra seems quite certain, and he trusts Ezra. Even if apparently he didn't before.
There is, perhaps, a possibility that Ezra isn't telling him everything, but he's also got no reason to actually expect he's being anything but truthful, so he accepts it with a grateful smile.
"I guess that makes sense, you probably wouldn't have helped me if I was." He says with a soft laugh "Although maybe you would, you do seem nice like that."
He turns away as he speaks, partly to set up the bedroll and partly out of embarrassment for being so earnest - some part of him is at least sort of aware he sounds very naive and trusting, even if he doesn't remember why he shouldn't be.
Spot laughs a little too, smiling back at him until he turns, and then curls himself up in the blankets.
"Good to know." He jokes quietly. "You too, sleep well."
He just lies there for a moment, watching Ezra's back and just letting the thoughts run around his head, wondering what kind of person he was and how he could hate somebody so kind and giving, but eventually the tiredness cuts through and he closes his eyes, burrowing further into the blankets and letting himself fall asleep.
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Date: 2025-01-28 08:44 pm (UTC)He doesn't immediately notice that more food is being put onto his plate since he's just eating without really paying attention, but by the second egg he clicks what's happening and he pauses, looking uncertainly at Ezra. He seems content to share, though, so he mumbles a quiet thanks and finishes eating.
He listens in on the conversation, but he doesn't really know them or their skillsets well enough to make suggestions of his own - he does think fewer people is better, it'll be easier to run if they need to. Just scouting doesn't sound so bad, and if they can mask his scent that's even better.
"If they spot us, I'll make sure Ezra gets away." He says firmly - Ezra's done enough for him, he doesn't want him getting taken by those people too. Plus if Ezra makes it back it sounds like they're going after that group anyway, maybe they'll be able to rescue him.
He nods at Ezra.
"Tonight." he agrees. Gives him time to get more rest, too.
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Date: 2025-01-29 08:05 am (UTC)Ezra grins at him, and tucks into his own food now it's settled.
"Do you want to get more rest?" he asks. "Or we could go out in the city and see if we can find anything that could help with your memory?"
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Date: 2025-01-29 11:06 am (UTC)He considers this for a moment, unsure if he wants to go out in the city when they don't know if the people who took him are looking for him, but also really wanting to get his memory back.
"Both?" he suggests "I'd like some more rest first, but maybe go out in the city later? If you don't already have anything to do, I don't want to get in the way..."
More than he already has, anyway.
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Date: 2025-01-29 05:48 pm (UTC)"I could do with some sleep as well," he agrees. "Let's sort something out so we can both have a nap in my room, okay?"
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Date: 2025-01-29 06:41 pm (UTC)"Okay." he nods - it makes sense, since he doesn't know how long he'll need to take advantage of their hospitality, and he doesn't want to keep Ezra from his own bed any longer than necessary.
"Thank you." He says, to Ezra and to all of them - they could have just kicked him out and made it not their problem, but as reluctant as some of the adults are they're still willing to let him stay for now, and seem to be happy to help.
Even if it is probably really fucking weird to get a polite thank you from a kid they're used to seeing giving aggro and throwing punches to everyone who so much as looks at him funny, even if they're a foot taller and a 100 pounds heavier. Especially if they're a foot taller and a 100 pounds heavier.
Not that he knows that part.
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Date: 2025-01-29 07:27 pm (UTC)"Wake me if you need anything," he tells the others, handing Sabine their plates for her turn cleaning.
"Don't think you're skipping your dishes shift tonight," she comments, and Ezra smirks at her.
"Wouldn't dream of it," he says. "Come on, Spot, lets go get some sleep."
The name just slips out - it's what he's been calling the leopard behind his back for a while now, everytime they wanted to bitch about him.
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Date: 2025-01-30 12:45 am (UTC)He glances between them with a confused expression but doesn't say anything, instead he just follows Ezra's example and hands over his plate. He's just about to follow him when the names comes out and he pauses.
"...Spot?" He asks. He's pretty sure Ezra would have mentioned if he knew his name before now, so he's not sure where that came from.
He also wonders what kind of a name is Spot.
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Date: 2025-01-30 08:42 am (UTC)"Sorry," he says, and jerks his head towards his room so he can follow and they can talk in private.
"Uh, we don't actually know your name, but when I 'm talking about you I usually called you that. Because... leopard, you know?"
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Date: 2025-01-30 07:55 pm (UTC)Spot looks a bit uncertain when he sees Sabine almost laughing and the guilt in Ezra's expression, but he follows Ezra back to his room.
When he gets the explanation he does sort of understand the reaction and he huffs a soft laugh.
"I guess that makes sense." He concedes. He's quiet for a moment as he thinks and then he shrugs easily.
"Well since I don't know my name either, it's as good a name as any to use, I suppose."
It would be a terrible name to give to a child officially, but as a nickname it's not so bad, he can live with it. He would have been concered about the type of parents who'd name a baby Spot.
"...Do you know if I have any family? They might be worried...." He says, suddenly realising that possibility and feeling guilty that he hasn't raised it before.
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Date: 2025-01-30 08:14 pm (UTC)He turns around to face Spot, his expression sympathetic. "I'm pretty sure you live on the streets, but that doesn't mean you don't have family of a sorts. I'm an orphan, too, but these people are like my family. You might have people like that."
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Date: 2025-01-30 08:43 pm (UTC)"Oh.." Spot says softly, frowning slightly. He hopes whoever they are, if they exist, that they aren't too worried or having trouble without him around, but he's also a little saddened by the thought that he might be all alone. He wonders why, if it's something he did, if it has something to do with all those fights...
He feels like he should probably be mourning a family, too, but it's hard to mourn something you don't ever remember having.
"Well.. maybe when we go out into the city we might meet someone."
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Date: 2025-01-30 08:51 pm (UTC)He tilts his head to the side, trying to gauge Spot's reaction, and if he should say anything else.
"If they are out there, we'll find them, I promise."
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Date: 2025-01-31 12:17 am (UTC)Spot smiles at Ezra, soft and grateful and somehow reassured even if he still has no idea if anybody like that is even out there looking for him.
"Thank you." He says, then laughs slightly "Man, I'm really glad I caught your scent..."
He has no idea where or how he would have ended up if he hadn't found his way to Ezra last night.
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Date: 2025-01-31 09:58 am (UTC)"Man, you wouldn't say that if you had your memory back," he says. "You hate us, usually."
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Date: 2025-02-01 12:59 am (UTC)"I do?" Spot blinks in surprise. He guesses that explains why they were fighting.
"...why? You all seem like really nice people...."
Is he not a nice person? He doesn't know how to feel about that.
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Date: 2025-02-01 07:42 am (UTC)"We're also criminals."
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Date: 2025-02-02 02:00 am (UTC)Spot frowns thoughtfully, tilting his head to the side as he considers this.
He doesn't know how he feels about criminals, but there's no kind of instinctual disapproval that strikes him immediately, but then maybe that's because he doesn't remember anything.
"Do you hurt people?" He asks eventually, since right now he feels like that's the only thing that might make him dislike them.
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Date: 2025-02-02 05:26 pm (UTC)"Do stormtroopers count as people?"
He does only hurt them when he absolutely has to, of course, but to say he doesn't hurt them - that's a flat out untruth.
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Date: 2025-02-03 12:40 am (UTC)"I... well, yes, but..." Spot isn't entirely willing to say that anybody doesn't count as people, and it's not like he remembers anything Stormtroopers have ever done, but he does remember what they are and he does know, somehow, that they can't be trusted, that they're not there to help.
He also knows that it would make sense if criminals got into fights with them.
"I mean, the kind of crimes you do, you're not... stealing from people who don't have much, or things like that, right?"
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Date: 2025-02-03 02:18 pm (UTC)"No," he says. "We help people. Or we try to. We try to make it harder for the Empire to hurt people. But we can draw a lot of attention, and some people would rather we kept quiet and didn't make trouble."
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Date: 2025-02-05 12:26 am (UTC)Spot nods, taking one of the bedrolls with a small thank you.
"Well I don't see why I would hate you for that. It's good to try and help people, isn't it?" He says with a shrug. Without his years of cynicism and bitter understanding of the world, it all seems so simple - people need helping, you help them.
"You don't think..." he starts uncertainly "I'm not a bad person, am I?"
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Date: 2025-02-05 06:50 pm (UTC)"No," he says. "You're not a bad person. You're just trying to stay alive. The Empire are bad, and you're definitely not on their side."
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Date: 2025-02-06 12:23 am (UTC)Spot relaxes a little when he hears that - Ezra seems quite certain, and he trusts Ezra. Even if apparently he didn't before.
There is, perhaps, a possibility that Ezra isn't telling him everything, but he's also got no reason to actually expect he's being anything but truthful, so he accepts it with a grateful smile.
"I guess that makes sense, you probably wouldn't have helped me if I was." He says with a soft laugh "Although maybe you would, you do seem nice like that."
He turns away as he speaks, partly to set up the bedroll and partly out of embarrassment for being so earnest - some part of him is at least sort of aware he sounds very naive and trusting, even if he doesn't remember why he shouldn't be.
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Date: 2025-02-06 07:11 pm (UTC)He grins over at Spot before he too, turns over. "Sleep well, anyway."
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Date: 2025-02-07 12:33 am (UTC)Spot laughs a little too, smiling back at him until he turns, and then curls himself up in the blankets.
"Good to know." He jokes quietly. "You too, sleep well."
He just lies there for a moment, watching Ezra's back and just letting the thoughts run around his head, wondering what kind of person he was and how he could hate somebody so kind and giving, but eventually the tiredness cuts through and he closes his eyes, burrowing further into the blankets and letting himself fall asleep.
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