Age: six
Interests: pudding, duels, games
Dislikes: angry looks, impatience, stinky smells
"Obi, Obi, Obi, Obi!"
He had barely descended the ramp when I attached myself to his middle, pressing my face into his midrif, causing him to groan and try to loosen my hold on him.
"What's up, Kira?"
"We had pudding today! Mulberry!"
"Mmm," he went, agreeing with my love of pudding as was to be expected. "What else did you do?" he asked, starting a brisk walk to his shared quarters with master Jinn, pulling me along for I had kept a firm grasp on the leg of his trousers.
"I played guess the visual with Mikeil and I won but he didn't mind because he won last time. But then Mit-Cho," I said, exhaling loudly and looking up at the ceiling as though a heavy burden had been placed upon my shoulders and Obi got the hint because he was smart in that way and interrupted, "Oh, Mit-Cho, huh?" as if saying that was enough to know what an annoying person the boy was, which was true, but only Obi understood.
"Yeah, he said that I couldn't guess the visual if it were the very Force so I said, "Guess again" and he was like "prove it" so I said "fine" and I did and I beat him too and he was really angry," I summarized, feeling pleased with myself before seeing Obi's eyes darken a little and a small frown settle on his pleasant features.
"You shouldn't rejoice in the anger of others, Kirani."
I had been waiting for the 'you know that' but when it didn't come I knew that it was serious so I nodded and put up my best sad face and said, "Yes Obi," because the worst feeling there was was the disappointment of Obi-Wan.
He was pleased with my answer, for he ruffled my hair and suggested we go for a swim when he's done unpacking and has handed in his report as he has nothing to do for the rest of the day.