Year Five – Day 234
Dooku is exuberant in his excitement as he paces around the common room, announcing:
I won! I won! I won!
We know!
That was Liam, a stocky boy with sandy-brown hair and hazel eyes. He had a jar with a bug inside in his hands as he sat on one of the couches. A couple of the others from the creche are present, Gorek and Medea sat or stood around Liam, watching Dooku a little perturbed.
"He's not going to stop is he?" Medea inquisitively whispered to Gorek, who shook his head lightly. "I knew he liked to win, but... geez, rub it in why don't he."
Gorek snorted in amusement.
Dooku!
Dooku stops mid-step and mid-sentence when his name is called by the creche-master. She's standing in the door way to the common room. Her arms are folded across her chest and she's giving him the Sith Look. The boy looks down and straightens, behaving immediately.
Jedi are humble, even in victory. You would do well to remember that, youngling.
Yes, Master Naki.
Go and meditate on that.
Dooku groans but nods in obedience. He starts to head out but then does a quick one-eighty to grab his recorder. And as he does, he whispers into it:
I still won!
Dooku!
Is humble!
The scene jostles as he hurries out. It settles at the edge of his bed and he hops onto it before exploding into a lengthy tale of how he had won the Push-feather Tournament Twelve and Under.
"You're not meditating, Dooku," Naki accused once he came to the end of his tale.
Yes, I am!
"Dooku..." Naki's voice is getting closer and Dooku doesn't look like he's going to climb off of cloud nine any time soon. When Naki appears at the edge of the scene in the door way of his room, he's quickly gets on the floor and crosses his legs.
Is humbly meditating!
He opens an eye when he hears Naki leaving and then smirks up at his recorder, whispering,
And wins again.
"I can hear you!"
