“I’m sorry.” Anakin croaked out, peering blearily up at his Obi-Wan as the other set down a glass of water and a bowl of soup on the caff table.
Pausing, clearly startled, Obi-Wan’s three eyes blinked at him for several seconds before the other shook his head. “Now, what in the world are you apologizing for Anakin, for getting sick?” Sinking down on the couch beside the other, Obi-Wan gently had the blond lean against his side, smiling slightly as a few of Anakin’s tentacles wrapped weakly around his waist.
“I was…,” Pausing as a coughing fit overcame him, Anakin whined pitifully as Obi-Wan rubbed his back, his chest aching heavily. “I was suppose to take you out. To Dex. To…” To take him on the date that wasn’t quite a date because neither Obi-Wan or Anakin seemed to be able to say as much.
Even though both of them knew that they were dating at this point.
Waiting until Anakin collapsed against his side, Obi-Wan stroked the slightly sweaty hair out of the way. “Oh Anakin, I don’t blame you for getting sick and we can go on… we can go to Dex at any time. Your health comes first.” He scolded faintly before picking up the soup bowl, carefully pressing it into Anakin’s hands.
Grimacing slightly but raising the bowl to his lips, Anakin sipped slowly.
Thankfully, it was a thin soup, made with chicken and some thin noodles. It also brought back memories of Obi-Wan making the soup when Anakin was sick when he was young or when the weather was cold.
On the latter though, they’d also have bread to go with the soup, soaking it all up, the bread making it all more filling.
“Still…I know you were looking forward to it, so I was I.” Anakin lamented, his throat feeling a tad better for the warm liquid.
Both ignored the shadow of the giant snail’s tail suddenly passing by their balcony, Obi-Wan just gently hugging Anakin to his side. “I was. But as I said, we can go to Dex at any time. It wasn’t deeply necessary for us to go today.” He tugged playfully on a blond curl.
Snorting slightly, realizing that Obi-Wan wouldn’t accept Anakin taking on the blame, Anakin instead focused on slowly finishing of the soup so he could lay back down again.
He was honestly miserable and if he was to take a guess, it meant that while this was a cold, it was also a otherworld cold at the same time.
Just karking great.
Didn’t help that along with the couch, fever and normal body aches, his tentacles also ached and he had developed a purple rash everywhere that itched at times.’
“Besides,” Obi-Wan’s voice had turned soft, prompting Anakin to look at him, finding Obi-Wan watching him with tender eyes. “I don’t mind looking after you.” He murmured quietly, fingers brushing gently over Anakin’s cheek.
Feeling a tad gooey at that, Anakin couldn’t help but grin goofily at his master, his mate, setting down his soup bowl so he could cuddle in closer.
Laughing, Obi-Wan pressed a chaste kiss to Anakin’s cheek, his long hair brushing against Anakin’s neck before the redhead carefully prompted the knight to lay down, his head resting on Obi-Wan’s lap.
Oh, that was real nice as Obi-Wan instantly sliding his fingers into Anakin’s hair, slowly massaging the other scalp as Anakin let out little, happy noises between coughs.
Don’t get him wrong, he still felt terrible…but at least he wasn’t alone.
Clicking on the video and starting it, this video of the ‘Jedi are cats’ episode opened up with a kel dor standing in what was clearly the landing bay of one of the Venators, a sight most familiar at this point to the fans watching the Jedi and clones shenanigans.
Around him, ships were parked, troopers were working or just milling about and the Jedi simply stood there in front of the camera in the familiar Jedi attire the man in question seemed to prefer.
Settling his claws together in a triangle, Plo Koon watched his men curiously as one was digging through a box and another was filming him. “I’m uncertain what this little experiment is suppose to prove Boost, but as always, I’m quite willing to play along as we’re not busy at the moment, seeing as we are in hyperspace at the moment.” The Jedi stated good naturally, his mask moving in a way that indicated he was smiling.
The audience had long gotten used to several of the Jedi’s facial expression and Plo Koon was one of the easiest ones to read, always coming of as sincere and calm to the people watching.
“Its just something I read about on the holonet sir, a few of the people of the Republic had a question and wondered… well, its just a little experiment, won’t take more than a few minutes really sir.” The clone, Boost,apparently, stated cheerfully.
Several text bubbles, clearly comments on the videos before, popped up on screen, all containing a version of ‘my feline will sit in any square I put down in our home, taped, drawn or otherwise. Do Jedi follow this instinct?’
Finally, Boost found what he was looking for and stepped into view fully, showing that he was a mostly generic looking clone from the looks of things, however, his hair was red and was shaven into blocks, giving him a unique hairstyle.
In the trooper’s hand, a roll of black tape was held as he made his way over and knelt down, his Jedi tilting his head curiously to watch him work. Slowly and steadily, the man laid down tape, making first a meter long stripe and then another and another, moving around the Jedi until the man was standing in a taped of square of black tape on the durasteel floor.
Then Boost stood, grinning slightly as he swung the tape on a finger. “Well then sir, have at. That’s all I’m required to do.” The man stated with a small chuckle.
Plo, bemused, stared at the trooper, looked down… and then started laughing quietly too. “Oh I see, this is the box conundrum, isn’t it?” He stated with a deeply satisfied tone at seemingly having figured it out.
“The… box conundrum, sir?” The clone behind the camera questioned, Boost visibly pouting at his General as the experiment seemed to be a flop.
Plo however, nodded, turning his smile on the man behind the camera. “Indeed Sinker, the younglings back at the temple often do this with the temple tookas. Its to make them sit still long enough to approach them and build bonds,” He gestured down at the taped of area around him. “Felines are naturally curious, they know their territories well and any differences… well, it is a cause for curiosity, to be explored. Many of them will settle into the area to explore it. I imagine the public thought that might be the same for Jedi?” He turned his head to Boost.
The trooper nodded, sighing as he typed something down on a pad before kneeling down to remove the tape. “Yes sir, seeing so many questions about it, we figured we could test it. Its a harmless little thing after all.” He tacked on, grinning a tad.
Laughing, Plo reached out and gently patted Boost on the head. “Indeed,” He stated, ignoring how Boost seemed to still at the touch and lean into it. “It does however not work on us. Or well, that is a lie, some of the younglings in the creche, it will work on them. But as we grow older, we loose that instinct.” Plo stated warmly, stepping out of the square being dismantled, the last view was a softly smiling Boost as he continued cleaning up.
Underneath the video, a ton of comment came up, from the soft awws of seeing Boost reaction, those wanting to defend Boost little smile and then the massive amount going, ‘TEMPLE TOOKAS!? ADSAFDSFDSF!?’
Sufficient to say, there were more questions after that.
jedi council really let obi-wan join when he sits like a victoria’s secret model. my mans general grevious looks away in humility but you KNOW he’s servicing some different parts that night… swingin a different lightsaber…
consider the fic idea/prompt: two folks violently bump heads and then realize what it could—if someone thought about it in certain cultural context—mean. Imean, only if you thought about it THAT way. Wait why are YOU blushing—
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