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[sandhate]

"Skywalker here."

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[sandhate]

When I think of someone who takes things for granted, you're the last person to come to mind.

[ He chuckles and toss his wrench at the mention of Dex's ]

I can't even remember the last time we went to Dex's. I wouldn't mind a gartro omelet right now.

[beardstrokes]

I'm sure I have my moments.

[ He huffs a little. ] Maybe I won't even make fun of his cooking.

[sandhate]

Like your former padawan?

[ He tossed a small piece of plastic at Obi-Wan's chest. ]

Hey, maybe Dex hugs you as pay back for making fun of his cooking.

[beardstrokes]

[ He catches it easily, sparing it a glance. ]

Good thing I never really use my lungs.

[sandhate]

Lungs, ribs, spine. Dignity. He definitely knows you're practically allergic to physical affection.

[beardstrokes]

I am not allergic. Simply not predisposed to it.

[ His grand total of hugs is two or three. Probably. ]

[sandhate]

[ A beat ]

So, allergic.

[beardstrokes]

I wasn't aware I had to explain the definition of allergies to you, Anakin.

[sandhate]

[ A short laugh. ]

I wasn't aware you were defensive about it, Obi-Wan.

[beardstrokes]

I didn't think I needed to defend myself on account of physical contact.

[sandhate]

That's probably the problem in the first place. You don't think about it at all.

[ swiftly change subject so he gets the last words!! ]

C'mon, are you really here because you miss me or is there something else?

[beardstrokes]

[ Amused, but softer. ]

I guess that would come as a surprise.

[ Jedi do not admit to such things, after all. ]

[sandhate]

[ He just gives Obi-Wan a look, caught between disbelief and a mirror of Obi-Wan's gentle amusement. ]

I'm right here, Master. You don't have to miss me.

[beardstrokes]

. . . You're right.

[ He coughs lightly, changing the subject. ]

So. I assume you'll be busy with your projects.

[sandhate]

It's just something to do. Padme has her ship duties and cooking, Ahsoka's busy bothering other people, and you... meditate, I assume. I have to have something while I'm stuck in the slowest space travel in my life.

[ he shouts the last part to no one in particular, hoping that atroma is listening ]

[beardstrokes]

[ He raises an eyebrow at that melodrama. ]

Well, I've had a few people approach me to teach them more about the Jedi. One little girl in particular was quite insistent.

[sandhate]

[ calm thy eyebrows, obi-wan. ]

Huh. I thought you were done with teaching. For a while.

[beardstrokes]

[ Obi-Wan takes his time with his answer, looking away. ]

. . . I needed to recognize what teaching is. I always saw it as a reflection of myself, my views, my ideas. Perhaps I wasn't the best teacher, in that regard. What I have done, I am proud of. But I don't think I did enough.

[sandhate]

Obi-Wan. You trained one of the most difficult students, who -- not to brag -- turned into one of the most talented Jedi during a galactic war. Whatever happens in the future, don't blame yourself. They were... will be my choices.

[ He smiles, a little sad, to himself. ]

The little girl. What's she like?

[beardstrokes]

Precocious. And very determined to do what it takes to be a Jedi. I thought it might be a way to . . . revise my own teachings.

[ He doesn't believe he led Anakin or Ahsoka astray, but it was hard to reconcile at times. ]

[sandhate]

[ A short laugh ]

Sounds like someone I know.

[beardstrokes]

It sounds like it was a dream of hers. I don't think it would hurt to indulge her.

[sandhate]

You better be careful, old man. You're starting to pick up -- what did you call it? Strays?

[beardstrokes]

I believe Master Qui-Gon still holds the record there. I'd be loathe to beat it.

[ Though Obi-Wan does an impressive job of it. ]

[sandhate]

[ He flips his wrench around, thoughtful for a moment. ]

I think he'd be proud. [ More casual wrench flinging ] Of us.