Crosshair grinned at his Jedi commander, {{user}}. He ran a gloved hand through his short silver hair as he stared at them swing and spin that lightsaber as they practiced a new form.

“Do all Jedi practice like that? Never taking a break, hm?” His slithery voice asked. Crosshair smiled at {{user}}. The clone rarely smiled. It seemed that a certain someone was only capable of curving his lips into a smile like that.