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Feemor listens to his master making (hmm) as he stares at his data-pad. Xanatos was being his moody self and listening to some rock music and eating chips loudly. While for his precious baby brother, he was reading a book with earbuds on because Obi-wan would get agitated by Xanatos smacking sound.
Qui-gon finished what he was reading. Getting up and stare at each of his padawans. Xanatos and Obi-wan weren't paying attention to their Master, only Feemor.
" Um Master, what's you up to?"
" I watched this holo thing called the dangle test."
" Okay, what is the dangle test?"
" Some knights and masters would lift up their padawan with the force to see if they just let it, I remember doing this a long time ago." Smiling at his old Padawan. Feemor looked at his other brothers. Xanatos is a strong no on that. But Obi-wan, their youngest member of the family might let it.
" So you're going to do that to us?"
" Yes, now stay still." The force wrapped around Feemor as he was being lifted up in the air. Letting his legs dangle, this reminds him of some holo of people picking up their tooka like that. Qui-gon slowly places Feemor back on the ground, he ruffles his hair.
" Next one." Feemor watched in amusement as Xanatos began fighting their Master.
" Stop fighting, I'm testing something."
" No, I'm a knight. I don't want to deal with this shit anymore!" Now kicking at Qui-gon, Feemor was laughing at his brother's stubbornness.
" You might be knighted, but you're still my kid. So I'm going to do this." Xanatos let out a growl and broke free from the force. Flipping off their master then stomped out of the apartment.
" I'm going with komari." Luckily the commotion didn't bother Obi-wan. Obi-wan did notice the bag of chips on the floor. Closing it and pushing to the side.
" Last one." Qui-gon picked up Obi-wan physically. Holding him like those tooka holopics. Obi-wan had dropped his book in the process. The padawan stares at them in confusion before squirming to get in a better position. Making fussy sounds when he does. Qui-gon cooed at his padawan and let the padawan sit on his arms. Obi-wan took this opportunity to curl into his neck.
" Okay sweetie, don't like being held like that, no." Kissing Obi-wan forehead and running a hand through the padawan hair. Obi-wan sighs from the touch, closing his eyes.
" Why did you not use the force to lift him up?"
" Because he is still young and tiny. Plus I want to do this before he gets too big to be carry like this." Slowly taking off the noise cancelling earbuds. Feemor rolled his eyes as he grabbed a blanket for Obi-wan afternoon naps.
(Qui-gon padawan days)
Yan slowly took off his outer robe and neatly hung it on the hanger. Looking up and letting out a groan. The living room is a mess, again. The damn Tooka curls on the couch with dirt and mud on its paws. He shoo it off his couch. Sinking into the couch, already had an exhausting day of meetings.
" Ah ha!" Yan jolted from his spot as his padawan barreled out of his room with a plant gripping onto his arm.
" What is that thing?"
" My plant, it like being carried like a Tooka. " He got the plant off of his arm. Place it on the window shelf. Qui-gon was vibrating with excitement, which is a bad thing.
" What with that look."
" Master carry me."
" What?!"
" Carry me with the force, I want to see something." Yan raises an eyebrow at his padawan. Pinching the bridge of his nose.
" If I do this, you're going to clean up this mess."
" Ya ya, just do it."
" Fine." Yan lifted his mischievous padawan in the air. Moments later his padawan was squirming to let down. He basically dropped his padawan on the floor.
" Yep, no, don't like being picked up."
" Now would you, hey where are you going?"
" I'm testing it on Mace and Tahl. Bye." Qui-gon bolted out of the apartment. Yan covers his face with his hands. This child is kriffen a mess. He can just hear Qui-gon friends fighting against him with his antics.