[ THE ARCHEOLOGIST ]
C E L E B R A T E
Location: Tython
Wearing: xxx
Arm: xxx
Tag: Hollis Orenn | Elami Iria | Jasper Kai'el | @Shelia | Amanda braska | Maxir Vancil
“So in other words your life has been completely boring without me around,” Justice teased, but was he really?
He could not say he had any wild and crazy adventures himself since he crafted his lightsaber. In fact the opposite was true. The stunt, while one of his exact next steps to knighthood, had gotten another padawan lost. He had heard it from his master upon his return that both of them could have been wounded, harmed, killed, and Just was supposed to be responsible for Hollis.
Justice just shook his head no, rather than go into too much detail as to why he had not. A small shrug was offered as he pointed to his arm. At least there was some truth in what his explanation was going to be.
“The arm is still a bit new, and it requires a check up. Apparently when we fell back into the cave I damaged something internally. That was not supposed to happen so monitoring and all that… blah blah blah.”
Justice chuckled again as he took a sip of the drink Hollis had poured him.
“So I am grounded.”
Grounded, more because he had put Hollis in danger than the fact his arm had not been repaired yet. The repair had been simple, but Justice’s ego still needed repair. His eyes widened with a thought. Setting the cup onto the table for a moment he beamed with a wide smile.
“You’re stuck training, and I am grounded… how about we train together… sometime… when you’re free… not training alone… I mean…”
Smooth Justice… real smoooooth.