Private Life As We Know It

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra frowned, watching as the mess stuck to the wall and slowly... slid... down.

"Eeeeernt, wrong answer!" She exclaimed. And from behind him, the messy whipped back up into the air, tendrils of the force sending it careening towards the back of his head.

She didn't have those shooty trainy droids thing, but this... this would do.

She grabbed a can of pop and tossed it at his thigh distracting him with a bubbly mess incoming in 3

2

She grinned.

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

Instinct kicked in again, casting a quick glance over his shoulder to find the mess of pizza coming back at him. He was about to turn to face it, but halted when Kyra was seen to grab a can of soda to throw at him, watching with glee as he had to contend with two objects at once.

With no time to dodge, Thirdas instead caught the can before it could strike his leg, but in acting too rashly he used his favoured right arm and happened to squeeze too tight. The soda can erupted in his overly strong grip, sending a spray of soda into his face which in turn messed up his spatial awareness. The pizza slice slapped into his forehead, catching him so off-guard that he lost his footing and fell flat on his back, covered in sticky soda.

He lay there staring up at the ceiling for a moment, dumbfounded at what had just happened.

"Not a word of this to anyone," he said, eyes finding her as she walked into frame. "Not. A word."

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[Kyra Perl]

Kyra burst out into belly deep laughter.

She let herself curl over, her muscles spasming for air. And like when it seemed she would stop, she'd glance the mess of him on the ground and start all over again. She laugheded until it hurt, little tears of joy creeping to her eyes. It had been a long time since she laughed like that, said a voice inside of her, half watching from afar. She ignored it and went over to him, mirth in her eyes.

"And this is why we train. Bwaha." She offered him a hand up-- metal one, she didn't want to lose the other-- and smiled cheekily. "Padawans usually do that with droids. Annoying ones that go bzzz." She pinched his arm.

"You thought too much. If you had just relaxed and let the force guide you, you coulda caught both."

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

"I'm glad you find my ass being handed to me so funny," he accepted her help up, metal against metal as he pulled himself off the floor. Secretly however, though his pride was wounded, it was really wonderful to hear her laugh again, even at his own expense.

"Ow," he reacted to her pinching his arm. Used her nails too.

"That's such a Jedi line. 'Just let the Force guide you', like that's so damn simple. The hell does that mean anyway?"

His shirt stained and wet with soda, he pulled it over his head and tossed it on his bag. He now stood before Kyra topless with hands on his hips, a pair of dogtags dangling from his neck and the scar Nida gave him visible across his abdomen.

"So? Are ya gonna keep throwing pizza at me?"

Kyra Perl ​