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Obi-Wan Kenobi was tired.
His saber class had just ended and he was heading back to his rooms. All he wanted to do was take a nice warm shower and then collapse and take a nap for a few hours.
Wearily poking in the access code, Obi-Wan noticed Depa sprawled over the coach, apparently deciding she was going to bother Obi-Wan and Master Mace by taking over their couch instead of going back to her own apartment where she would have done the same thing anyways.
“Is there any particular reason you’re here, or are you just spontaneously invading?” he questioned, grabbing a pillow with the Force and tossing it at his padawan-sister.
Depa poked her head over the couch arm, scowling at him. “I just got back from a mission and I didn’t feel like going all the way to my own quarters to shower, just to leave again to go to the refectory.Your quarters were closer. I also didn’t expect you to be back for another hour or so, nor did I expect to be accosted by flying pillows.”
Obi-Wan grimaced and nodded. He certainly remembered a few missions he’d been on, especially when he was still with Master Jinn, when all he had wanted to do was shower, eat, sleep, and not have to traverse through the overly complicated maze that was the Coruscant Jedi Temple. With those rather unpleasant memories resurfacing in his mind and Depa returning to her nap, Obi-Wan turned to go and finally take his long-awaited shower.
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Naturally, as soon as Depa was able to actually enjoy her nap, she was disrupted by Obi-Wan arriving home from his saber class.
Normally this would have been fine—Obi-Wan was generally a fairly calm and well behaved kid. The only issue was that Depa herself had only gotten home an hour or so ago and had finished her own long, warm shower about ten minutes ago.
She heard a screech from the refresher, followed by a yell. “DEPA!” As much as she was expecting it, she still flinched. She was about to get murdered.