Moroi Wareyasui
Cocky Little Poohead
The Academy on Tython had never felt more foreboding in the young padawan's life. He had gotten in trouble before, it was as guaranteed as the fething tides given how obstinate and headstrong Moroi tended to be, but this was the first time he was genuinely concerned of the consequences and not necessarily because he was afraid of being punished. Not more than a day ago, Moroi and Asaak Tey had shared a moment that in hindsight, was probably somewhat awkward. He knew very little about Togruta anatomy or social customs and culture and he really had no idea if what he was doing was even welcome. Maybe her discoloration and beflusterment wasn't an appreciative embarrassment? What if a kiss was tantamount to assault to Togruta? What if intercourse was performed by touching the lekku? She certainly hadn't given him permission to touch them. When he first got back to his room, he even thought the day had gone pretty well, thought there might have even been something there. Well, it was obviously going to be complicated given that they weren't the same species, but they were hardly breaking new ground there...it wouldn't have been impossible or even unacceptable to...most people.
But then Moroi go the message from @[member="Rasu Gan"] to meet her in the training hall, which was a somewhat strange request. Initially Moroi was confused, he had gone on multiple excursions with Master Gan and he was rather familiar with her, but still, he was not her Padawan and calling him out seemed rather unorthodox. Still, they had spent a considerable amount of time together and she was his master's teacher, so lessons with her were not out of the realm of plausibility and in fact they'd even be beneficial. And then...the cogs started whirring. Master Gan was Asa's master, her teacher, and effectively her guardian while they were padawans of the Jedi order. What if everything that had gone on the day before had not transpired in reality like they had in Moroi's head, what if it was the exact opposite. And even if it wasn't, the Jedi order certainly frowned upon emotional attachments, usually spouting rhetoric about the darkside immediately afterward. This left the young Padawan, concerned about potentially being expelled from the order, or worse getting Asa expelled, or even worse still, having some how hurt his dearest friend as he sat still on the bench along the wall, his knees pulled up to his chest and his feet balanced on the bench, nervously awaiting Master Gan.
But then Moroi go the message from @[member="Rasu Gan"] to meet her in the training hall, which was a somewhat strange request. Initially Moroi was confused, he had gone on multiple excursions with Master Gan and he was rather familiar with her, but still, he was not her Padawan and calling him out seemed rather unorthodox. Still, they had spent a considerable amount of time together and she was his master's teacher, so lessons with her were not out of the realm of plausibility and in fact they'd even be beneficial. And then...the cogs started whirring. Master Gan was Asa's master, her teacher, and effectively her guardian while they were padawans of the Jedi order. What if everything that had gone on the day before had not transpired in reality like they had in Moroi's head, what if it was the exact opposite. And even if it wasn't, the Jedi order certainly frowned upon emotional attachments, usually spouting rhetoric about the darkside immediately afterward. This left the young Padawan, concerned about potentially being expelled from the order, or worse getting Asa expelled, or even worse still, having some how hurt his dearest friend as he sat still on the bench along the wall, his knees pulled up to his chest and his feet balanced on the bench, nervously awaiting Master Gan.