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“Well…” You sigh, staring into the room in front of you.
Your master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, and you had gone on a mission to gather intelligence from someone suspected was working alongside the Sith. After following them to a universal motel of sorts, the both of you decided to stay the night as well to rest before continuing.
And you, being the ever so bright Padawan, asked your master if you could practice your Jedi mind tricks on the manager in order to get a room for free. Even though Obi-Wan would have much rather payed (despite the state this motel was in), he allowed you as it would be good training.
Now here you two are. Not understanding all languages, you merely let your mind tricks score you one of the finer rooms. Yet that seems to be as of now, a room suited more for romantic couples on vacation, thus the gigantic double bed and dimly lit lights.
The silence wraps around you both for what seems like an eternity, until Obi-Wan breaks it with a throaty chuckle. You turn to gaze up at him as he laughs, and upon seeing your face so solemn he abruptly stops.
“Entertained?” You ask.
“My apologies.” He smiles, “I shouldn’t have laughed. After all, you used your abilities well.”
“Apparently not well enough.”
You sigh and lean on your left leg, with your hands resting on your hips. Out of all the rooms you could have gotten…
“I will find another room.” Obi-Wan says, turning on his heel.
“No!” You stop him.
He raises an eyebrow at you.
“I don’t want to be a nuisance…” You begin, “And besides, I’m the one who put us in this situation. Nevermind the room, we should focus on the mission and get some rest.”
“Very well, my young Padawan.”
You had really wished that he would disagree with you and find another room– preferably with two separate beds. But you suppose not even you can argue with him.
The room itself was cold and had a view that overlooked the city below, as you were both on one of the higher levels. You can’t stand city traffic mostly because of the noise, so you can’t help but scrunch your nose in disapproval. This gains another chuckle from your master.
“I don’t care much for the sound, either.” He says.
“I’m sorry.” You say.
“Don’t be. There is nothing to be sorry for.”
Obi-Wan can sense that you’re still uneasy about the situation, so he stands in front of you and places his hands on your shoulders.
“Just be glad we have somewhere to sleep. And besides, we should focus on the mission, just like you said before.”
You slowly nod at his words. He’s right in the sense that the mission is what matters most, and true that you should keep a positive view on the situation. After all, negative emotions might lead you astray.
“Thank you, master.” You smile at him.
Obi-Wan returns the smile and steps away to look around the room. His fingers brush against the edge of his chin as he considers what to do.
“You can have the bed.” He says, “I will sleep on that comfortable looking couch over there.”
He points to the aforementioned couch and you chuckle when you notice how short in width it is. If he tried to roll over he would instead fall onto the floor.
“No, please take the bed.” You say, “I should really sleep on the couch after my mistake.”
“Again you put yourself down.” Obi-Wan shakes his head, “You must stop being so harsh on yourself, (Y/N).”
Just the sound of your name rolling off of his lips makes you smile. He rarely calls you as such, mostly ‘my young Padawan’, so you always believe that when he addresses you by name it is a privilege.
“It’s settled, then.”
He walks over to the couch and studies it to figure what way of lying on it would be safest. You stifle yet another chuckle and sit on the large double bed, surprised to find how soft it is. Oh, the temptation to jump on it.
As Obi-Wan settles himself on the couch, you rest your head on one of the even softer pillows. You almost feel lost in a cloud.
“Rest well.” Obi-Wan says.
“As you.” You smile.
The lights automatically dim after and you roll over to face where your master is lying. His hands are rested on his chest, intertwined by his fingers. You notice how steady his breathing is as you watch his chest rise and fall.
You have always believed your master was better than the others. Yes, that may be a bias belief but you still think so. And as always, he looks so calm. When thinking, when fighting, when he is doing whatever, he appears neutral in the way that comforts.
“It is rude to stare.” He suddenly speaks.
You gasp and hold tightly onto your pillow.
“Forgive me, master.” You say, “It wasn’t my intention.”
“Intention or not, you seem fascinated.”
His head turns to look in your direction, and if it weren’t for the lights from outside that cast on his face so you can see him smile, you would believe that he was being stern with you.
After a short moment, you realize that he is waiting for your reply.
“I just wonder how you always appear so calm.”
“I’m not sure calm is the right word.” He breathes.
You furrow your eyebrows at what he said. He seems to read your expression even in the dark.
“Experienced, yes, but calm…” he continues, “I don’t think I am.”
“But you’re a Jedi master,” you point.
“Yes, that’s true. But even Jedi masters can feel uncertain or afraid.”
“You, afraid?” You chuckle and Obi-Wan joins in.
“Don’t sound so surprised. I know you’ve caught me on occasion before a fight.”
“Maybe,”
“That’s good.”
You want to ask him why such a thing is deemed “good” but he continues his sentence.
“You are exceeding well.” He says, “You may well pass me in the coming years.”
“That isn’t possible.” You shake your head.
“You’re right.”
With an open mouth, you look at your master who is already chuckling to himself. He looks like a father proud at his own joke. Sitting up, you tighten your grip on your pillow, ready to swing, but instead turn over to lie in the other direction. You don’t think it would be too appropriate to get into a pillow fight with your master.
And then, whump!
“Did… did you just throw a pillow at me?” You flip back over and look at Obi-Wan with wide eyes, yet he doesn’t look like he moved at all, yet the missing pillow on the couch tells otherwise.
His head finally turns to look at you and then he starts to chuckle, “I’m sorry.”
“Now you’re sorry.”
“Yes, now I’m sorry–” he sits up– “my apologies. I’ll let you rest.”
With a sceptical brow raised from you, Obi-Wan chuckles again before lying back down. You slowly sink back into the mattress and move your pillow more comfortably, and then think, why not?
Whump!
Obi-Wan shouts, “Hey!”