Cradle to Grave
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15, blue
"I look like a girl!"
"Padawan, calm down."
"But I do!" He tugged at his laces.
"You look like aristocracy."
Anakin eyed his lace-free Master enviously. "Why can't I be the Comtesse's elder brother?"
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes.
Just then, their 'sister' descended the stairs.
The Comtesse wore a shimmering blue that matched her eyes and followed the lines of her body faithfully.
Very faithfully.
Both males fell into reverent silence.
"One word…" Siri hissed.
Anakin nodded automatically, eyes wide.
Obi-Wan swallowed his concerns about the impracticalness of her outfit. He tried not to wonder where she hid her lightsabre.
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