Oʙɪ-Wᴀɴ Kᴇɴᴏʙɪ

Pᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴡᴀs ʀᴇϙᴜɪʀᴇᴅ. Bᴜᴛ ᴜɴғᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ, ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀs ʜɪs ᴡᴏʀsᴛ sᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ. . . • Nᴇᴡ Oʙɪ-Wᴀɴ Kᴇɴᴏʙɪ • Pᴀᴅᴀᴡᴀɴ ﹠ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ Kɴɪɢʜᴛ ʏᴇᴀʀs • Dᴇsᴄ. ﹠ Lɪᴛ. • Yᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ﹫MᴀsᴛᴇʀOғSᴏʀᴇsᴜ • Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ #RT?

...there was a choir in the Temple? Since when? Why hadn't he heard of this much sooner?

There he had to agree with her. If he had written the Code, he would have left out some certain rules... But one had to be dedicated to it. If only swaying a little bit, it could mean that one was most likely to leave the Order - for certain reasons.

Perhaps, deepening his singing skills? The teachings of the shower weren't enough anymore for him to get further. But taking lessons was too time-consuming.

He had already thought of a different one. But most other hobbies seemed to take too much time. Time he didn't have while learning the ways of the Jedi.

He never said that some aspects of the Code made much sense. But he had to follow it if he intended to stay with the Order.

...perhaps drawing? ...or learning an instrument? ...though, he has to admit that he likes drinking tea...

Jedi are not allowed to drink wine. The alcohol could mess with their senses.

He does understand the first three points - they were essential for becoming a Jedi. But why making tea?

Things, Master Qui-Gon thinks to be very important to teach him: → Mastering the art of patience ── still working on this one → Staying in the here and now ── not mastered yet → Meditation ── is getting better → How to prepare the perfect tea ── ...

Hearing his master's word caused that his heart dropped, though he knew that he was right. It was forbidden to form any attachments. The teen nodded. "I know...but why..." He stopped, trying to re-phrase his sentence. "But why is it so difficult to let go of...certain emotions?"

Did he say her first name? He meant of course the Duchess of Mandalore. And she clearly didn't refer to him as Obi-Wan... Seeing that knowing smile on Qui-Gon's lips only worsened his condition and he had to avert his gaze. Even his ears were burning...

What? Satine? What did she have to do with any of this? Ahem. Cue the intense blushing.

Perhaps, he was right. And he indeed could need some help in sorting his feelings out - he was currently quite confused about them. But he wasn't so sure if he could phrase them out loud.

He does trust his master. But sometimes it's like an unknown force demands to follow his own feelings. Whether it's a wise decision or not is not important at first.

He did obey and listen to his master's words. It was only once in a while - more or less - that he thought that his own way of thinking was the better one, hence the fact that his master was more experienced.

That would be an idea. But since when did a pubertal mind behave rationally?

This glare always causes that he feels uneasy. Perhaps, because mostly he has done something he shouldn't have.

He may or may not be roaming the Temple. During class.

He may or may not be sleeping with his head on the table during class. Don't tell Qui-Gon.

He's desperately trying to stay awake while sitting in class today. He's tired.