I haven't done maybe fics centering on Cin Draillg. The inspiration for this fic was from Xaja Silversheen, who mentioned seeing only a Cin Draillg in only a few fics. I was thinking about it during gym class, and my little LED lightbulb went off. Since I'm into writing humor ficlets right now, why not do one with Cin?
"Cin Draillg!"
"Hello, Master Yoda."
"Gravely disappointed, I am, in you. Mortified and disappointed, the Council is."
"Whu-why is that?"
"Something about you, the Council knows. In big trouble- big trouble-you are.
Cin began sweating profusely. "You know? You really do?"
"Yes," Yoda said gravely.
Cin hung his head. "Alright, I admit it. I play with Mace's lightsaber. But it's just so purple, and shiny!"
Yoda stared at him, puzzled. "Referring to that secret, I was not."
"What? You mean you were talking about my chili pepper boxers?"
"No." Yoda's eyes narrowed in the equivalent of a Yoda-glare.
Cin panted nervously. "It was the Bonus Brothers concert. I was the one who stole Qui-Gon's front row seats."
Yoda simply glared more. "If it's about the contacts on my comlink -I don't know how those women's numbers got there! Honest!"
Yet another Yoda-glare. "I didn't mean to walk in on Siri! I'm not like that!"
More Yoda-glare.
"I'm innocent on Mandalore! I thought they were attacking each other! I didn't know that head butts were kisses!"
Even more Yoda-glare.
"I did not run away with a waitress when I was seventeen, and come back before anyone noticed I was gone. Honest."
The weatherman reported a steady barrage of Yoda-glare that day.
"Master, I'm not in love with Yaddle. She's an admirable woman, but I would never take her from you."
Yoda finally said, "Aware of these things, the Council was not. Wish to inform you, we did, that your fly is open. Now, what is this about Ms. Yaddle, you say?"
Hum. Yeah. I wrote that with a straight face. I'm honest.
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