"It was a complement" I stated, hoping another argument will not arise in the mechanical hallways of the Ebon Hawk.
"That's the problem. When you give complements it always ends up starting a flirty comment" Bastila shouted over the humming of the engine and the small chatter that echoed through the lonesome paths. I winced looking at my brown haired Jedi. Her deep viridian eyes feel like sharpened daggers as she placed some-what true facts.
"Just because I flirt with you, it doesn't mean everything I say is flirty." I was angered by the fact that she thinks I'm a complete flirt. I only flirt at the right time, well if there is a right time.
"Oh yes it does. You complete careless hutt-spawn!" She cursed at me as she stepped closer to make it clear.
"Ouch. At least I'm not a stuck up Jedi princess!" I retorted leaning forward to retaliate.
"BY THE FORCE YOU TWO SOUND LIKE A MARRIED COUPLE" ole Jolee's grizzled face appeared in the hallway. "All I can hear is you to yapping. And for me to hear something that clear, well, that is saying something." The old hermit's face was scrunched up. The wrinkles of age deeply apparent, he starts mumbling curses as he walks away. We both were silent. I probably was a deep red.
"I'll just leave." She walked quickly away. I put my hand through my short bark-toned hair. Slowly I regained my composure in the now lonely steel-cast walls of the Ebon Hawk. A smile crept onto my face.
"So she does care…she does" my smile grew until a point it couldn't grow anymore. "By the force, who knew and old man's rant would help me out of an argument." I just continued to grin, "I guess growing old won't be as lonely as I originally thought"