"I am NOT wearing that!" Obi yelled as he took in the tight brown leather pants Dei held up.
"Oh, come on Obi," Bant complained, "you promised to let us take you clothes shopping."
"But I did not agree to... THAT!" the only male in the group growled as he stared darkly at the underwear Bant had earlier suggested as a "leather-fashion necessity."
"Fine then," Dei grumbled, before offering to hold the glass of muja juice that Obi-Wan had insisted he needed before entering the clothing store the girls suggested. "If you are going to insist on wearing your "Jedi-issue" boxers than we are going to have to find you a looser pair of pants."
"Well that takes the fun out of it," a nearby saleswoman muttered, causing Dei to choke as she attempted to stop from laughing. Raising the glass of juice to her lips as she continued to cough, Dei was stopped from drinking by a slight Force-nudge from Obi-Wan.
"If you wanted something to drink, you should have bought a glass too," Obi called over his shoulder as he accepted the larger pair of pants from Bant and headed off to the changing room.
Waiting until he was just out of sight, Dei smiled conspiratorially at Bant. "What are you doing?" the Mon Calamarian questioned, watching wide-eyed as the other Padawan stuck her tongue straight into Obi-Wan's glass.
"Obi-Wan has to learn to share..." Dei explained; her words slightly garbled with her tongue still in the glass.
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Inside the changing room, Obi-Wan looked critically in the mirror at the outfit his two friends had picked out for him, with the assistance of an overly helpful saleswoman. "You'll look great in crimson," the salesgirl, Mizra, had stated as she had offered the deep red shirt.
"I look like a Sith," Obi-Wan complained under his breath as he studied the odd ensemble. Bant and Dei had convinced him that he needed to find some clothing that was better suited to their occasional trips outside of the Temple. He had assumed that they were talking about some kind of casual outfit. Instead he found himself trying on clothing he would have rather died than to have his Master see him in.
"This is completely ridiculous," he muttered as he clumsily began to remove the still too tight (in his opinion) leather pants. As he worked to unzip them, the unfamiliar length of the crimson shirt became caught in the metal teeth, trapping him within the constrictive clothing.
Freezing before he fell over from his unbalanced state, Obi-Wan caught his own disgruntled gaze in the mirror. "This day just keeps getting better and better..."
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"'Suppose he needs help in there?" Mizra asked, as she stood with the two other Jedi Padawans outside of the changing rooms.
Dei's response was cut-off as a loud bang echoed from the locked room within. The entire store froze before loud laughter erupted from all who had overheard Obi-Wan's fall. "...nope, I think he's good," Dei gurgled into the muja juice.
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