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saddeserthermit) wrote2016-07-20 09:25 am
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Office Hours, Wednesday
Obi-Wan had not been in his office for quite a while, but somehow last week's events made it seem... pertinent.
So he settled behind his desk early in the morning with a nice cup of tea, attempting to meditate on the... experience of an island full of ponies. And madness. And whatnot.
Somehow, this was not a fantastic way to find harmony with one's self, which was why he gave up on it sooner rather than later.
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So he settled behind his desk early in the morning with a nice cup of tea, attempting to meditate on the... experience of an island full of ponies. And madness. And whatnot.
Somehow, this was not a fantastic way to find harmony with one's self, which was why he gave up on it sooner rather than later.
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Had it been Depa Billaba back from the dead, he would have thrown down who he had become in an instant and thrown himself back into life as a Jedi readily. Maybe with a few questions asked - he was still Caleb Dume, after all - but his Master had died for him. Master Kenobi was simply familiar. A comforting presence, all things considered. Somebody he respected.
"All lessons are worth learning," he noted, shrugging his shoulders a little. "I want to understand things. I always have. It's why I was such a pain to have in lessons back at the Temple."
The Troopers had even teased him for that, right before murdering his Master.
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She had teased a lot. They'd had a comfortable relationship between them, Master and Padawan.
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In as much as a completely ambiguous comment could be seen to be agreeing to anything.
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"Perhaps? Oh, come on!"
Yeah, he had been. And the Clones hadn't even been surprised about it when she'd said as much, either. Sigh.
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He made his own fun.