A/N: This story might be a bit like this; no updates for ages then an influx of crappy chapters. I'm sure most of the people who started reading this have quite wisely given up. Anyway, on with the show.

Obi-Wan stood with his Master outside the Council Chambers. They were both dressed in their civilian clothes, as per the Council's request. He couldn't help but blush as Qui-Gon sent him yet another Look; it was a cross between amused, disapproving and thoughtful, and Obi-Wan didn't like it at all.

He couldn't help it if that Dandy woman had decided to dress him like this. He felt very uncomfortable, but at least he'd managed to talk her out of the leather pants.

Obi-Wan was wearing dark grey pants of a rough material, a tight sleeveless tunic in what Dandy had insisted was Grey-Blue and NOT Blue-Grey, and a loose black leather jacket. On his feet was a pair of heavy black boots. Obi-Wan thought his clothes were fairly tame, although he was slightly annoyed that his tattoos were on display. His Master hadn't exactly been thrilled when he'd seen them.

FLASHBACK

"Obi-Wan, what are those on your arm?"

Obi-Wan cringed, "Uh, those would be tattoos, Master."

Qui-Gon had raised an eyebrow, clearly not impressed, "And how long have you had those, Padawan?"

"Umm, three or four years, give or take?" Obi-Wan had smiled sheepishly. Qui-Gon nodded.

"Another Malida/Daan escapade?"

Obi-Wan nodded, slightly ashamed, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you Master. I thought that since they're almost always covered it wouldn't matter."

Qui-Gon looked at him, hard, "And why did you not simply get them removed, Padawan?"

Obi-Wan looked away. For a moment he said nothing, then spoke in a pained voice, "I couldn't get them removed, Master. They mean a great deal to me."

Qui-Gon looked surprised, "Do they now?"

He looked thoughtful when Obi-Wan nodded, embarrassed, "What do the words mean?"

Obi-Wan glanced at him, and then gestured to the words winding around his right arm, "It's hard to perfectly translate to basic, but literally it means 'Hatred is Madness'."

He then pointed to the tattoo on his left arm, "This one is actually a question. It says, 'what price, victory?'"

He looked at Qui-Gon nervously, "There is one more. On my back. Just one symbol: Peace."

END FLASHBACK

Qui-Gon had just nodded and said he wouldn't protest to his Padawan keeping them. Then he laid a hand briefly on Obi-Wan's shoulder, smiled, and left the room.

Now Obi-Wan just sighed and tugged on the material of his far-too-tight pants. At least they aren't the leather ones.

Dandy had tried desperately to get him in them. She kept saying how handsome he would look. It had been… disturbing, to say the least.

Obi-Wan shifted his weight and tugged at the collar of his tunic. Why had she put him in such tight clothes? All of them were like this.

He heard footsteps approaching behind him. Obi-Wan turned and found himself face to face with Siri. His breath caught in his throat.

Her short blonde hair, usually so neat and tidy was artfully messy. She had the tiniest amount of make up; just some black around her eyes, making them seem a dozen times bluer. Siri was wearing a pair of baggy black pants made of the same material as Obi-Wan's, a tight purple short tunic (though not as tight as any of Obi-Wan's clothes, he noticed with irritation) and a pair of purple dura-cloth boots. She had silver bracelets up both arms, and a black leather belt was hanging loosely about her waist.

She looked stunning.

Processing all of this took about two seconds. He then caught Siri's eye. This just got a whole lot more interesting.

Siri was concentrating on walking in the unfamiliar boots when she and her Master rounded the corner to the Council Chambers. As a result, she didn't see Obi-Wan until she'd almost run into him.

Her eyes widened when she saw him.

"By the force!" she said without thinking. "Did you put those pants on or paint them on?"

"Siri!" her Master said, surprised. Obi-Wan blushed and grimaced.

"I know, I know. Dandy insisted. I only just talked her out of the leather ones," he grinned and spread his arms in a classic 'what can you do?' gesture. Siri grinned back, all awkwardness forgotten momentarily.

The door to the Council Chambers hissed open. The Master's lead their Padawan's into the room. Obi-Wan gave Siri one more quick smile, before allowing his stoic Jedi-face to take over. Siri took a deep breath and did the same. This just got a whole lot more interesting.