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Humans are… weird. That the only way Kit could describe it. They had certain behavioral quirks that just made no sense. It's like humans (and near humans) had evolved to be as confusing as possible. Kit had learned this the hard way when he was a padawan and trained under then Knight, Mace Windu for a day.
Kit had needed a form signed, verifying that he did indeed spend his day with the older Jedi. Standard stuff really, name, date, what they had worked on. Kit had handed the datapad off to mace the day of, and had come around the next day to see if the knight had done it. He’d come in to see mace on the couch with a data pad, seemingly reading something.
All Kit had said was “Knight Windu, could you sign those forms I need?”
Mace had looked at Kit, glared, got up, set the data pad down, and stormed off. (Well, Kit says stormed, but it was more of a swift walk)
The nautolan took a look at what Mace had been reading, and lo and behold, it was indeed the flimsy work that Kit had needed, halfway filled out. He still wasn’t sure what had made the man so angry, but was grateful that at least some of it was done. He had left the room confused and hoped mace wasn’t too upset, and that he’d finish the flimsy work soon.
As it turned out, Kit’s hopes were dashed, and he did not get the datapad back for another week, far past it’s due date.