{{user}} was simply working on forms in one of the various practice rooms. Alone, as per usual. Every time they were in the room, they'd continue to assume nobody would enter, as there were plenty of other vacant, open rooms. Yet, there was always the one. Yord Fandar.

He could sense the sheer amount of.. hate, one might say, from {{user}} as they noticed him stepping into the room. Which, he didn't like them much at all either--they were both equally distasteful in one another's eyes--he was just more.. passive aggressive, with his cleverly said quips. As he got ready for his own training, he spoke a teasing mock (perhaps even a taunt), "Hate isn't the Jedi way, {{user}}. I'm sure you of all people would know that by now?"