Office #8, Saturday

[saddeserthermit]

It was customary to be in one's office during Parents Weekend, or so Obi-Wan had been told. So he had opted to do so.

When he got to the door of his office that morning, however, he felt the strangest sense of dread. For a moment, his hand hovered over the doorknob. "I have a bad feeling about this," he said.

He pushed. The door opened. A ridiculous burst of glitter hit him in the face. And the tunic. And the boots.

Students and teachers coming to visit would find Obi-Wan in the center of a glitter-filled room, his entire front covered in the stuff. Pinching the bridge of his nose.

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[sith_happened]

"They started it," Anakin said immediately, "and yea, there's a disposal. My way's more fun, though."

[saddeserthermit]

"I know you have this enduring fued with the gremlins," Obi-Wan said, "Though I've never actually seen proof of it. Are you getting paranoid, Anakin?"

[sith_happened]

Anakin frowned at him. "I could drop all of this back on you," he threatened.

[saddeserthermit]

"Disposal," Obi-Wan said firmly.

[sith_happened]

"You are no fun at all," Anakin said.

[saddeserthermit]

"And you need to be more mindful of the wildlife."

[sith_happened]

Anakin rolled his eyes. "I'm extremely mindful of the wildlife," he said. "That's how I know I could hit them with the glitter."

[saddeserthermit]

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. "Not the mindfulness I was referencing," he said. "I am very glad you were never inclined to keep pets." Besides the droids.