Ruzaan had never been called a "miracle of the Force" before- in fact, he'd been called a lot worse on occasion simply for being a Jedi- but that didn't stop him from blushing slightly out of embarrassment at Lia's words. It wasn't as if he'd had any say in whether or not he was Force-sensitive, but here he was being complimented for it. The Togruta mumbled an acknowledgement of his friend's words and focused on the sight of his bare feet being gently washed by the waves as they walked along the shore.
It wasn't just Lia's words that were throwing him off; it was that her enthusiasm, expressiveness, and overall positive demeanor reminded him of Clove... and the subsequent trials she'd endured. He'd been powerless to prevent any of Clove's sufferings, and with a pang he realized that the same would be true for Lia if their budding friendship continued. Was it worth getting more invested in someone whom he felt such easy chemistry with?
What was the point of being a Jedi if you couldn't protect those closest to you?
The thought consumed Ruzaan, and he fell silent- almost downcast- until Lia's voice and hand, promising burritos, rescued him from his ruminating. Although their previous "pizza" experience had left him with a lump in one of his stomachs, Ruzaan voiced his thanks as Lia offered to buy this round of food. The burrito stand definitely passed the nose test, and soon Ruzaan had ordered a burrito that he hoped wouldn't be too messy to eat in front of his new friend.
As it would turn out, he needn't have worried about the mess; the galaxy had something far more embarrassing in store for him. The burrito was excellent, to the point that he was at first figuratively and then literally inhaling it. The surviving remnants of his burrito were hastily set down on the small table they'd found to sit at before both hands raised to his throat in the universal "I'm choking!" sign, while his eyes frantically tried to convey to Lia that he'd need her help to dislodge the food stuck in this throat...
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It wasn't just Lia's words that were throwing him off; it was that her enthusiasm, expressiveness, and overall positive demeanor reminded him of Clove... and the subsequent trials she'd endured. He'd been powerless to prevent any of Clove's sufferings, and with a pang he realized that the same would be true for Lia if their budding friendship continued. Was it worth getting more invested in someone whom he felt such easy chemistry with?
What was the point of being a Jedi if you couldn't protect those closest to you?
The thought consumed Ruzaan, and he fell silent- almost downcast- until Lia's voice and hand, promising burritos, rescued him from his ruminating. Although their previous "pizza" experience had left him with a lump in one of his stomachs, Ruzaan voiced his thanks as Lia offered to buy this round of food. The burrito stand definitely passed the nose test, and soon Ruzaan had ordered a burrito that he hoped wouldn't be too messy to eat in front of his new friend.
As it would turn out, he needn't have worried about the mess; the galaxy had something far more embarrassing in store for him. The burrito was excellent, to the point that he was at first figuratively and then literally inhaling it. The surviving remnants of his burrito were hastily set down on the small table they'd found to sit at before both hands raised to his throat in the universal "I'm choking!" sign, while his eyes frantically tried to convey to Lia that he'd need her help to dislodge the food stuck in this throat...
Yep, that's a Nat 1...
@LadyRen