Altair was genuinely surprised to hear and see the tone of disappointment when he made it clear he wouldn’t be participating. A part of him almost felt guilty and he began to take one step forward. However, he stopped himself, glancing over at the pies, to Samara and then back at the pies. Nah, after all her nonsense, she could deal with this. The tiefling crossed his arms over his chest and watched with morbid curiosity as the contestants began to line up.
He looked over at the Orcolan that was seated next to her. He looked like he could pick Samara up and use her as a bat to hit away projectiles. Altair watched in awe as the contest began, his eyes widening as they were forced to use no hands and shove their faces into the pie. He was especially shocked to see Samara actually going to town and making substantial progress. At some point, he began to clap and cheer, his tail excitedly swaying from side to side.
“GO SAMARA!” Altair called out, actually impressed by her performance. He was grinning from ear to ear after the contest was over, waiting for the Jedi after she walked off the stage and after she had a chance to wipe her face off.
“Damn!” He said cheerfully, “That was awesome! I didn’t expect you to kick ass at eating pies of all things! You were awesome!!” Altair chuckled, not even realizing he had placed his hand on her shoulder from excitement. His smile faded a bit and he quickly withdrew his hand, “Sorry..” He cleared his throat, remembering that she was largely disgusted by him. Altair shoved his hands into his pockets, “Anyway, great job. You…uh… you feel okay?” He wasn’t sure if she was about to be queasy or not from all that quick eating.
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