[ he could hear it before it happened— patience, anakin, an ever repeating line that follows his every course of action. he almost rolled his eyes but years of being in obi-wan's company has him mastering the technique of pretending to look at something else rather than rolling his eyes. there's no hiding the hint of frustration, however. that could be due to various things that's going on in this young jedi knight's life, no reason to look further into it. and he doubts obi-wan would; his master is many things, but his ability to talk about what's bothering anakin is on par with anakin's ability to talk about them.
and it's worked out so far. such is the jedi way, or he suppose, their way. ]
Hey, I always give it back! [ he protests indignantly, any display of betrayal and trickery towards the troops, you know his troops (theirs but...), is unacceptable. he would never treat them like that. unless it was a fair game and there were sore losers around, then he might say it would only be right to teach them a lesson in knowing when to quit. oh the irony is there, he just choses to ignore it. ] Eventually. For example, the last time we were back from a mission, I took Rex out for nerf steaks.
[ he says proudly until it reminded him of how shocked and hesitant rex was in accepting it. then a bit awkwardly, he rubs the back of his neck and his expression edges on a grimace ] You should've seen the look on his face.... It's like I told him to [ he gestures vaguely and lets it drop. ]
Anyway, thank you, Master. You do owe me lunch because Artoo never lies. [ besides the fact that he's anakin's favourite astromech in the whole wide galaxy, that he's also anakin's wedding present from padme, and that every time he looks at the little dependable droid, he thinks fondly of padme in her senatorial apartments, light years away. ]
And I think I'll be having that cake. [ he tips his head towards the caged cake, then fixes obi-wan with a determined stare and the beginnings of a boyish smirk that hasn't been lost in the war yet. ] Then the nerf steak. And the blue milkshake.
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and it's worked out so far. such is the jedi way, or he suppose, their way. ]
Hey, I always give it back! [ he protests indignantly, any display of betrayal and trickery towards the troops, you know his troops (theirs but...), is unacceptable. he would never treat them like that. unless it was a fair game and there were sore losers around, then he might say it would only be right to teach them a lesson in knowing when to quit. oh the irony is there, he just choses to ignore it. ] Eventually. For example, the last time we were back from a mission, I took Rex out for nerf steaks.
[ he says proudly until it reminded him of how shocked and hesitant rex was in accepting it. then a bit awkwardly, he rubs the back of his neck and his expression edges on a grimace ] You should've seen the look on his face.... It's like I told him to [ he gestures vaguely and lets it drop. ]
Anyway, thank you, Master. You do owe me lunch because Artoo never lies. [ besides the fact that he's anakin's favourite astromech in the whole wide galaxy, that he's also anakin's wedding present from padme, and that every time he looks at the little dependable droid, he thinks fondly of padme in her senatorial apartments, light years away. ]
And I think I'll be having that cake. [ he tips his head towards the caged cake, then fixes obi-wan with a determined stare and the beginnings of a boyish smirk that hasn't been lost in the war yet. ] Then the nerf steak. And the blue milkshake.