Iko Vel
Captain Cool
"Me? Looking like a monk? No way! That's totally uncool. That means I'd have to get the hair cut and be stuck wearing boring dusty old robes. That is seriously not awesome." Iko shook his head at that, wrinkling his nose at the same time. He had his own sense of style he liked and there was no way he'd change that just for the Jedi.
"...Religious? I dunno. I just get taught cool things I can do with my mind and stuff. I can throw swords around with my hands!...Or well, my mind. Anyone can throw swords with their hands." Were the Jedi religious? Iko hadn't thought about it as he tilted his head to the side, once again in thought. Up until he heard Persie mention courtship. Or well, more accurately romance and the boy blinked. And then blinked again.
"I thought courtship meant...y'know. Courts. On a ship. With the hammer. Or...gavel. Whatever it's called." As he started to wrap his head around the situation, Iko's face was starting to burn a bright red. Wait. He had just complimented the ribbon that Persie had. Did that mean...No. No. That couldn't be right. He was just...being paranoid! Yeah! That's it. That's...totally it. Persie was cute but...yeah. He wasn't thinking about that. Well, now he was thinking about that. And his face was just getting more and more red at the thought. "I...Erh...Well...Yeah. The ribbon...still looks nice on you."
Persephone Dashiell
"...Religious? I dunno. I just get taught cool things I can do with my mind and stuff. I can throw swords around with my hands!...Or well, my mind. Anyone can throw swords with their hands." Were the Jedi religious? Iko hadn't thought about it as he tilted his head to the side, once again in thought. Up until he heard Persie mention courtship. Or well, more accurately romance and the boy blinked. And then blinked again.
"I thought courtship meant...y'know. Courts. On a ship. With the hammer. Or...gavel. Whatever it's called." As he started to wrap his head around the situation, Iko's face was starting to burn a bright red. Wait. He had just complimented the ribbon that Persie had. Did that mean...No. No. That couldn't be right. He was just...being paranoid! Yeah! That's it. That's...totally it. Persie was cute but...yeah. He wasn't thinking about that. Well, now he was thinking about that. And his face was just getting more and more red at the thought. "I...Erh...Well...Yeah. The ribbon...still looks nice on you."
Persephone Dashiell