fandomhighdorms | Behind the Dorms and Beyond, Tuesday Afternoon

Today, one of the two men in charge wasn't bothering to look the other way whenever the other strayed into his vision. Arthur, it seemed, had decided to declare himself Past That for no reason at all. "Afternoon, students," he called, "Today, there is no time to fool around. We'll be mapping the shoreline by foot, in twos and threes. If you have the means to venture out onto the water, today or this week, I ask you to do so as well. We will continue to gain oversight over the island and its structure." A pause, in which he failed to seek out Ino in the audience. "Next week, you will be facing one another in a mock battle. Bring practise weapons."

Noting that Arthur had decided to make an effort, Leto saw no reason not to do the same, and so he did acknowledge his presence, even if he didn't address Arthur directly. "And for those of you who were here last week, you are welcome to hand in the reports on strategy," he continued, then shot a glance at Arthur, to check if he had anything to add.

"For those of you who are still looking to gain some fighting skills, you can come to Leto or myself," Arthur continued, shooting Leto a glance from the corner of his eyes to see if he agreed with that, "Or find a willing teacher now, before we disperse. If you are new, you may speak up now to let us know what your skills are, so everyone will be thoroughly informed in the event of an emergency."

Leto gave a nod in response, but had nothing more to add. He found himself a little relieved that things were a little less tense than last week.

[~~wait for OCD~~ OCD has been up for a long time and I forgot to edit.]

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Ben wouldn't be the right person to judge the cuteness of said sounds, but he certainly made some as he pulled Tahiri a little closer.

It was Tahiri doing the judging. Of course she thought they were cute sounds.

Keep this up and I'm going to fall over, she tried to warn him half-teasingly. And nipped at his lip.

Purely for emphasis, of course.

And sand is itchy, Ben pointed out even as he let out a happy little noise deep in his throat.

That noise definitely made her shiver.

"Should we stop, then?" Tahiri asked a little breathlessly, pulling back to look at him; she might be just a touch flushed, and looking like her eyes had trouble focusing . . . on anything that wasn't Ben, anyway.

"Other people might be coming to the beach," he said, equally breathless.

Not that he cared much.

"But sand," Tahiri said without really objecting too much. "And they can get their own beach."

"Good enough for me," he said with a laugh, reaching out to trail his finger down her cheek.

Aren't hormones fun?

Teenage Jedi hormones, even. That made it extra fun.

No, really, the fun might wear off someday. Not today, though.

The mapping could so definitely wait.

Their poor, poor classmates.

Ben decided now was an excellent time to nibble on her neck, then, since she didn't seem to be objecting.

Not unless you called a squeak and a decidedly lightheaded flash in her Force-sense, as her fingers tensed against his shoulders, objecting. "I, um. I think I really, really like that."

"I'll add it to the spreadsheet," he teased.

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