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...
So he did, a faint smile accompanied by an enormous apprehension of confusion as he gazed upon the outlines of Stahl. How he had changed and attained a remarkable sense of humour, by virtue of a vicious look that pervaded his entire skull.
"Hey, Stahl!"
"Shhhhh. And what?"
"You're running too fast. The temple guards might catch us."
"Come on Caleb, you really don't want to miss this."
"Well, at least he's not yelling at me this time. This time." He emphasized.
"Slow down Caleb, why are you running so fast?"
"What? Seriously, you just..."
"Shush." He motioned, "Over there, look."
Caleb almost gasped as he came into view with the affectionate sighting.
It was Pad, with Ashla sloped within her bottom position. Pad still rendering her arms as she fondled with his waist, grinding his ribs with her delicate hands. Her legs permeating his trunk, relentlessly crumbling his abdomen.
The entire view rested affront the pond. Blossoms of flower invading the terrace as shards and droplets of water sprinkled onto the heroes, in contrast with numerous colours diversed and deprived from the fountain strands. The bright sinues illuminating their bodies, elucidating their consistent love making.
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"Pad and Ashla are – they are – they are – together?" He baffled, "And how long have they been together?"
Stahl nozzled his watch and chartered the holo frame, the math acutely hustling within his brain.
"Official for about 5 hours now."
"5 hours? So – hold on are you saying they've been here for 5 hours now?"
"Yeah."
"Wait a minute, what's the time?"
"6am"
"What? We need to get back!"
"You need to get back, I'm not exactly a Jedi you know?"
"Uhhhh Stahl." He grumbled, "Well what about them?"
"You've got a brain, use it. Find a joke or lie about something."
"Dang it Stahl. All right, Caleb. Just think. Think of something." He muttered, "Should I just leave them? No, that'd be me being a bad friend. Should I get them? How the heck am I going to do that?"
"Just leave them and make a lie so that – Actually you know what? You go back and not get caught while I stay and persuade them not to return if they're en route."
"En route?"
"Go."
"Thanks Stahl, you're a...good friend."
(Caleb's POV)
Speeding through the shadows, I silently swept through the systematic Coruscant tracks. Hustling onto a bus top before leaping through a car window. As I glanced my surroundings, I spotted a small speed bot delivering a blue pizza? Conveniently trailing towards the direction of which I deemed.
So I clasped its tail and stepped onto his robotic head before launching my short stature straight onto a tree. Where I escalated above its trunk before praying that my window was open. Thankfully generating a restrained thud as I hit the ground of my dorm.
"Sneaking off without telling me Caleb?" I froze, undoubtedly neglecting the unaccustomed presence which moved in with me less than a day ago.
