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The Salle, Wednesday evening

Zayne frequently worked on his Force skills. He less frequently worked on his lightsaber skills. And he almost never worked on defense against blasters. But Tahiri ~~handwavily~~ was letting him borrow her remote, so he was looking to rectify that tonight.

Zayne set up in the salle, ignited his lightsaber, and turned the remote on. Zayne realized very quickly that he wasn't half bad at deflecting blasts (albeit completely wildly). Unfortunately, this meant that he was only slightly better than half good at deflecting blasts, so there was a lot of mild cursing about how much it stung with he got hit.

[OOC: Open as a place filled with swords tends to be. Spectate, heckle, practice, whatever!]

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Dinah was just going to go in and practice a bit with the gaderiffii, maybe the staff, and then had to stop and watch Zayne when she walked in. He wasn't as fluid as Ben or Arthur, but still-- way better than her.

She waited until there was a little break in the action to yell, "Go, Zayne!"

"Huh?" Zayne asked, turning around. It seemed like the remote waited until just then to shoot again. "Ow!"

He turned back to turn the thing off with telekinesis. "Hey, Dinah. Thanks for the encouragement. I obviously need some support."

Dinah winced at the last sting and took a few steps forward, swinging the gaderiffii from one hand. "I've seen Tahiri face off with those before. Ouch. I didn't meant to distract you."

"This actually is Tahiri's," Zayne said, watching the thing carefully. "To be fair, it was probably going to get that one in anyway. I blocked too many in a row."

"So it learns as it goes?" Dinah asked, leaning forward to watch, but careful to stay out of the droid's line of sight. "That's cool." She fidgeted a little, and said, "When you're not dodging lazer bolts or whatever, I think I owe you a couple apologies."

"I don't think it does. I'm just not good enough to block that many in a row yet," Zayne half-joked. He was focused on the 'yet' part of that. "What do you have to apologize for?"

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"Wellll, the first day we met? Before I knew what this place was like? I thought you were a cultist," Dinah said, biting her lip. "Which, I should've known better, or listened more closely. Something, anyway. I don't think I said that to anyone, but still." She winced. "The other thing's more recent, though."

"That's fair enough," Zayne said. "The Jedi are often thought of as a religious order and I walk around in robes all the time, which probably isn't something you get around here too often. You're forgiven for that."

Which made Dinah feel worse about the other thing, but... well. At least she felt like she could admit it now. "And I drew on you with Sharpie lat week when you were sleeping in the Common Room a week or so ago." She winced. "Really sorry about that."

"Were you the flowers or the 'kiss me'?" Zayne asked.

"The 'kiss me'." Dinah put her hands to her face, fidgeting. "Um. I was kind of hyper on hormones, and, well... you looked really cute asleep like that, and. It seemed like a good idea at the time?" And in retrospect, wince-inducing. "Because kissing you while you were asleep seemed like a bad idea, so..."

"Adora's 'friend' was right..." Zayne said to himself. Give her credit. "Well, I've caused myself less embarrassment than you did, and I did get it off pretty quickly. I think I can bring myself to forgive you for that one too."

"Seriously?" Dinah said in relief, taking a deep breath. "Thank you! I really appreciate that. I owe you cookies, or, I don't know, one silly gremlin-bite incident?" She grinned at him, feeling better. "You got in deep last week too?"

"Not deep, really," Zayne said. "I only made out with one girl, and it wasn't even that awkward afterwards. It was a test of trying to keep my passions in check, though. I was glad when it was all over."

Dinah turned pink. "You did better than I did. Way. And yay! I'm glad the girl you kissed was okay with it." She had to ask, "How did you do it? Without more incidents?"

"Jedi training," Zayne said. "There's a big rule about how you need to keep your emotions in check, so repeating that part of the Code was a very helpful mantra. Especially since people kept ending up half naked around me."

Zayne's voice may have suggested a verbal facepalm at that, even if his face and hand didn't physically meet.

Dinah chortled, than slapped a hand over her mouth, eyes still crinkling up. "Sorry? It's just, I kept flirting or being flirted with, and if there had been nakedness, saying 'I will keep my emotions in check', that would not have worked. It would've gone somewhere evil, I know it." She grinned at him. "So go you, being a good Jedi! And not, you know. Giving in. Giving up. Whatever."

"Well, it actually goes, 'There is no passion, there is serenity,'" Zayne said. "I think the definitive statement helps."

"There is no passion, there is serenity," Dinah tried it. A pause. An expression of extreme ruefulness.

"Maybe it works if you're a Jedi?" she offered.

"You're not feeling passion now, are you?" Zayne checked.

"Well, no," Dinah allowed. "But not so much of the serenity either. That's not exactly a default state with me. And the passion thing is really easy, if I think about it."

"But you're not feeling passion. So it worked," Zayne pointed out humorously. "Seriously, though, it helps when you've learned it as part of a Code since you were a child."

"Really? Hunh." Dinah thought about that, and asked, "You get to feel passion sometimes, don't you? I mean, passion for helping people, or, um, light sabers? Just not when the timing is bad, right?"

"Well, sure, but we have to keep it under control," Zayne said. "If you can't keep your emotions in check, then you might start to misuse your power. And that's the way to the Dark Side. I was able to rationalize making out, though. Mostly because she was fully clothed."

"Balance," Dinah guessed. "Okay. Yeah, Tahiri's mentioned the Dark Side, and she said they still don't have it all figured out in her time." She grinned. "And clothes are good! Who was it? If that's not too nosy. You don't have to say."

"Well, we started kissing in the common room, so I think I abandoned all claims to privacy when it happened," Zayne said. "Do you know Sookie?"

"Sookie, Sookie... Nooo, I don't think I do. No classes with her that I remember, anyway. Although I think I've heard her name on the Radio a couple times." She smiled. "And yeah, I kissed someone in a Common Room two. Um. Two someones. Turtle and George. Kinda glad the presence of other people made it impossible to go further, but it was fun while it lasted."

"The important thing is that you didn't do anything you regret," Zayne said. "Well, you know, except for the thing with me."

"Which I totally do! I mentioned the possibility of cookies, right?"

"You did," Zayne confirmed. "But you don't have to worry about that. It's not really a Jedi thing to ask for anything."

"All the more reason to get you something when you don't expect it, then," Dinah said, twirling her weapon with a grin. "A nice surprise to balance a weird one." She shrugged. "I mean, you already got the ink off your face, so..."

"Should I ask what the surprise would have been if you caught up with me before I got it off?" Zayne asked. Although he was pretty sure the answer was the obvious one.

"Um. Wellll..." Dinah turned bright red, and gave him an eep-face. "When you were awake, I probably would've said I was just obeying instructions?"

Zayne chuckled a little. "Instructions that you gave. That would have been the most work anyone had ever gone through to kiss me."

Remembering waht Tony said, but also not sure where Zayne stood with Sookie, Dinah teased, "I could always do it now?" Then grinned.

"Well, I guess it makes sense to do something for the record holder," Zayne said. "Just keep in mind that this isn't something that you should really try in the future. It only works once."

Which was... a yes? Oh! "Okay," Dinah squeaked, frozen for a moment, then took a breath, and a moment to raise her shields, and then grinned, leaning forward, hoping he wasn't going to laugh at the last second.

Zayne moved in to give Dinah a soft kiss.

And he was completely in control of himself, so he didn't need to use the mantra or anything.

And since Dinah wasn't a Jedi, she didn't have to use a mantra either.

It was soft and short and sweet, and in some odd way took a lot less courage than she'd thought it would.

When they separated, Zayne smiled and said, "Now you have no reason to write on my face again."

Dinah ducked her head, speechless for a second, then smiled at Zayne, warm and happy. "Um, no. Guess not?" Although she was going to remember him, come time for mistletoe and other excuses. "Thanks, Zayne. For being so cool about this."

"You're welcome," Zayne said. "But really, if my worst problem is that a pretty girl wanted to kiss me, I think I'll survive."

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