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I'm very tired, so this is a short piece. Once again being in a mood, I decided to see how many tired plot devices I could stuff into one paragraph. *eg*
Disclaimers and rating in Pt 1
Still setting stuff up, it gets better in Part 3
What Can't Be Seen Pt 2
"Tell him, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan is long past the age of consent," Mace Windu told his friend.
"The Council..."
"For pity sakes Qui, you know damn good and well the Council doesn't care, as long as the padawan is of age and Qui, Obi-Wan passed that age two years ago." Mace rubbed his bald head in frustration. How many times were they going to have this damn talk? Someone here needed to grow a set and it sure wasn't him. Finally, sick of the conversation, Mace stood up and set his cup of cha on the small table by the sofa. He got up and stood before the window balcony and sighed. "It's time to make your choice, Old Friend."
Qui-Gon nodded and got up to stand next to his closest confidant. "You're right," he grinned at Mace. "So what should I wear?"
Mace chuckled, "You'd better come over to my place, the little gods know you don't have anything suitable in your closet."
The two men chuckled and left Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan's apartment, talking conspiratorally about how they were going to fix Qui-Gon up. Since Obi-Wan had left dressed like a tramp, it was up to the Master to express his stern masterly disapproval. This was going to be fun.
Disclaimers and rating in Pt 1
Still setting stuff up, it gets better in Part 3
"Tell him, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan is long past the age of consent," Mace Windu told his friend.
"The Council..."
"For pity sakes Qui, you know damn good and well the Council doesn't care, as long as the padawan is of age and Qui, Obi-Wan passed that age two years ago." Mace rubbed his bald head in frustration. How many times were they going to have this damn talk? Someone here needed to grow a set and it sure wasn't him. Finally, sick of the conversation, Mace stood up and set his cup of cha on the small table by the sofa. He got up and stood before the window balcony and sighed. "It's time to make your choice, Old Friend."
Qui-Gon nodded and got up to stand next to his closest confidant. "You're right," he grinned at Mace. "So what should I wear?"
Mace chuckled, "You'd better come over to my place, the little gods know you don't have anything suitable in your closet."
The two men chuckled and left Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan's apartment, talking conspiratorally about how they were going to fix Qui-Gon up. Since Obi-Wan had left dressed like a tramp, it was up to the Master to express his stern masterly disapproval. This was going to be fun.
