[psssst, how about Tahl and Qui-Gon in fake relationship tho?]
@maawi1253 o look here’s another one
LOL oh no I’m getting the most ridiculous idea.
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Qui-Gon looked up at the too-quick footsteps, surprised to see Tahl hurrying toward him. “Tahl, what -”
“Shh, not here!” she hissed, catching his elbow as she passed and pulling him along around a corner. “I really wish Master Tyvokka had forgotten to warn me about punching dignitaries in the face.”
Qui-Gon bit back a smile. “I see.”
“I can’t go back out there, Qui!”
“You know that’s not exactly an option.” Though, if anything, he was sympathetic. “We have to be there for the signing and for the feast.”
“Easy for you to say, you’re not the one getting cornered in empty halls,” she grumbled. Tahl didn’t say another word, face set in a determined frown, until she’d pulled him into the suite he’d been assigned. Almost immediately she left him there, two feet from the door, and started pacing. This, too, was normal. She would pace, then stop, release a sparking burst of anger into the Force, then challenge Qui-Gon to a sparring match that would leave him with more bruises than usual.
What Qui-Gon hadn’t expected was the suddenly very sheepish expression on Tahl’s face. That didn’t bode well. “Tahl…”
“Come on, Qui, you’ve got to help me!”
“Help how?” He wasn’t sure he wanted to know, and couldn’t quite fight off the itch to draw back a step towards the door.
“I told them I was with someone,” Tahl blurted.
Qui-Gon mustered an owlish blink. “Right. Someone.” At least she had the goodness to look somewhat guilty, but at the same time she pinned him in place with a defiant glare.
“No.”
“There is literally no one else.”
Qui-Gon sighed heavily. “Micah is going to kill me.”
“Mic?” Tahl scoffed. “Only if you can’t keep the creeps away.”
And then her grin turned positively dangerous: “or, with any luck, this’ll knock some sense into him and he’ll ask to join in.”
