Delivered to the Jedi at a young age, Caleb Dume finds himself in quite a pickle. Good for him friends weren't all that difficult to come by in the Temple. This story will examine the scenario that could potentially take place if Caleb was just a li...
"W...well...uhh...hmm...the uh – the umm – the t...t...tv broke."
"You broke it?"
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"Y...yeah? I was just practicing my force skills when I lost focus and umm..."
"What! Are you kidding me? Oh Caleb this isn't our property. That thing's expensive, I don't even know if Barriss and Anakin have enough credits to purchase one!" She tightened her fists.
"Sorry?"
"Left me in charge, I left once, thought he'd be fine, guess I was wrong." She murmured to herself, "Great. Guess I'll be in trouble then."
"I'm really sorry?"
She sighed, "Caleb. I am so disappointed in you."
"Sorry Ahsoka, I never meant to..."
"Uhhh can you be quiet for one second!" She practically screamed, sealing his breach.
"Have you cleaned up the mess?"
"Yes."
"Can it be fixed?"
"Umm. I don't think so. The glass is shattered."
"Force! Great! Now we'll be criminals if we can't pay up."
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"Sorry." He repeated.
"Would you shut up already?"
"Right, sorry."
"If you say sorry one more time, I will rip your heart out of your chest!" She bursted, regret filling her eyes instantly.
"Well umm..." He started cautiously.
"Stop talking!" She restrained herself, placing her hand on her temple.
"Ahsoka, please don't be mad. I never meant to do anything bad." He pleaded.
He then looked straight into her eyes, unfolding a puppy dog expression she'd never before seen. Much to his demise, Ahsoka simply shook her head: conflicted.
