shut me down, I just want to see more of Grandpa Dooku something like him and obi sharing a morning together or dooku caring about Obi like a good grandpa or Palpacreep makes his move and Dookku has to find him anf kick his ass, or whatever you want pleeeaaaseeeee
Glancing up as he heard the door, Yan smiled as Obi-Wan rubbed at his eyes, his plushie wrapped up in his other arm.
After this many years, with Obi-Wan being a full adult now with a beard, the sight should not be endearing but…
Ah, Yan was a foolish old man and seeing Obi-Wan, hair mussed from sleep, still drowsy and his pjs wrinkled from sleep still gave him a sting of nostalgia from the earliest days when he started caring for the redhead.
He opted not to comment on that though, instead rising from the couch and setting his pad away, novel marked on the page he left off on. “Good morning Obi-Wan, did you make your bed?” He questioned quietly.
He could never tell what kind of day his grandson would have, if it be the kind where he’d be sensitive to everything and anything or if it be what people would consider ‘normal’. So Yan treated every day as if it was a sensitive day, just until he knew for sure.
Dropping his hand, the large blue sleeve coming down over it, Obi-Wan gave him a sleepy smile and a nod. “Mhmm. Good morning grandpa.” He greeted in return, moving over to the man and pausing in front of him.
Chuckling, Yan leaned down and pressed an affectionate kiss to the other’s forehead, grasping him by the shoulder to guide him to the kitchen. “Good, I will be peeking in while you shower after breakfast, just so you know.” He tacked on warningly, smiling more when Obi-Wan just hummed in answer, clearly not concerned.
Habits and routines were important for Obi-Wan well being and to ensure the layout of his day, it was why Yan reminded him of things, just in case as falling out of them could be a tad damaging to Obi-Wan.
But thankfully, Obi-Wan tended to stick to them pretty well, it could only become messy if something prevented him from doing things in the order he was used to. “What kind of breakfast would you like today?” Yan changed the subject a tad, glancing to the redhead as he pushed Obi-Wan to the kitchen table with a gentle hand.
Sitting down, Qui settled in his lap so he could have his hands free, Obi-Wan frowned slightly. “Nothing… mushy please.” He requested, his lip curling a tad with disgust.
Rubbing his chin at that, Yan glanced at the kitchen before letting out a small hum. ‘So its a texture day… good to know.’ He mused before smiling. “Well then, how about toast, some cured meat and an apple?” He questioned as he moved to flip on the water boiler, knowing at the very least that he wanted tea. None of the food he mentioned were mushy, so hopefully those would fly as they needed to restock their fridge.
Obi-Wan perked up at that. “Sounds lovely, though if we have some gouda, I’d like that too. What kind of tea are you making?” He watched Yan move about.
“I was thinking of just doing a black tea and adding some cream to mine. I can make some for you too,” Yan answered, smiling when Obi-Wan nodded eagerly. “As for the cheese…” Yan peeked into the fridge. “Yes, there is a small wedge left, you can have it if you want.” He smiled warmly, pulling out the cured meats he knew they had, placing it and the cheese platter on the counter.
Obi-Wan nodded happily. “Sounds lovely, I’ll have my tea bare.” He stated happily, settling in his chair to wait, absently fiddling with Qui’s ears as he peered at the faux ‘window’ of the kitchen that Yan had set to show the temple’s water garden.
All in all, just a normal morning for them and Yan couldn’t be anything but grateful for it as he prepared breakfast for himself and his grandson.