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“Anakin… I don’t feel good, hurry up in there!”
A familiar voice chimed from outside the fresher.
“Snips what is it?”
“I don’t know I feel nauseous.”
Anakin stood facing the fogged up mirror, shaving cream lathered across the lower half of his face, his busted razor in his non-metal hand. Upon another round of knocks on the fresher door, Anakin motioned for the lock to open.
His Padawan nearly collapsed as she forced the door opened and lunged for the toilet.
He looked away as she finished the rather heinous deed.
She groaned as she sat on the cold floor near the toilet bowl.
“Move I need the sink,” Despite her small frame, she shoved her master so easily out of the way.
“Whoa Ahsoka-“
Anakin still had the thick, white paste smeared on his face.
“I need the fresher too ya know.” He teased watching Ahsoka dig through his cabinets.
“Do you have any pads, Depa ran out and so did Shaak Ti, and I didn’t see any in Obi Wans room last night.”
“Obi Wan’s room??! When were you in there?”
“Oh I just memorized the code to the lock, both of you aren’t very subtle when punching it in.” She laughed, a bottle of mouthwash in her hand. Anakin held out a hand motioning to her thatd he would get her a cup so she could use the Listerine. Instead Ahsoka unscrewed the lid and tilted her head back, practically inhaling a mouth full of the blue liquid. Anakin sighed. Atleast he tried, he thought.
“So you just went in?”
“Yeah, he was asleep though don’t worry. He never usually notices actually. You know who does though? Master Plo, I swear the guy never sleeps.”
Anakin lips thinned into a line. Parenting a teenage girl, let alone a teenage Togruta was beyond more difficult then he expected. She was his Padawan just as she was like a daughter or little sister to him.
She shoved the bottle back on the countertop and she began digging around in the cabinets below the sink.
She grabbed an empty pink and blue box.
“Seriously?”
“Look- You know i didn’t use them up.”
Ahsoka covered her face with her hands. She sighed dramatically.
“Hey, hey, you might have better luck searching Rex or Kit Fisto’s room.”
“Yeah okay but thats embarrassing. I’m not asking them, you guys are atleast normal about it.”
Anakin placed his razor on the countertop, with both hands free he gently placed them on Ahsokas shoulders.
“Im sure they will understand, and it’s nothing to be ashamed of either. After I finish shaving, I will go out and buy more pads we can keep here.”
Ahsoka’s eyes glared at the floor.
“You’re right, well do you atleast have any painkillers? My cramps are making me feel sick.”
“Yeah I figured.” Anakin sneered glaring at the toilet.
“Thanks Skyguy.” She grabbed his waist, holding him in a tight hug.
“And… should I tell Obi Wan change his passcode so you don’t go snooping around anymore?”
“No, I like going to his room, he also has the good tea.”
“Ohhh, so you’re raiding his pantry too?” He patted her montrals.
“Yeah pretty much.” Ahsoka muttered into Anakin’s chest. He couldn’t see her face but he could feel her smiling right now, “If you’re wondering, I take your clothes sometimes.”
“Snips…..”
“What! They’re comfy!”
“So that also explains why I every time I do a laundry run it seems theres another three things missing.”
“That also might be Master Plo, he told me he likes your cloaks.”
Ahsoka let go of their hug.
“You know maybe I need to change my passcode too. And wait do you want to just come with? So you don’t have to go to anyone else?”
“Yeah that’d be great EXCEPT for the fact that im literally bleeding through my basics right now.“
Oh right. He thought.
“Okay why don’t you just wait here, and I’ll go. You can use my shower if you want. We have your montral shampoo in the cabinet.”
“Finally something you do have.”
Anakin picked up his razor again, attempting to finish his shaving routine as quickly as he could without nicking his face.
“And while im gone, no more taking my clothes!”
She crossed her arms, “Fine.”
Anakin wiped off the remaining shaving cream with a pale purple wash cloth and wrapped himself in his cloak.
Jingling the ship’s keys, “Alright I’ll be back.”
Ahsoka gave him a grin and closed the fresher door so she could shower. She was glad Anakin could be so understanding.
When she was done, she dried off her lekku with a rough, off-white towel and headed to Anakin’s closet to pick out something clean to wear.
Ahsoka borrowed a pair of his boxers, and a cotton tshirt.
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She heard the door click open, “Hey Snips! Im back,” Anakin hurried in, dumping the various boxes of pads and tampons on his bed along with a bag of Mantell Mix, “Is that my shirt?”
“And your basics.”
“Okay well here’s your stuff, take what you want.”
“You got me Mantell Mix too??” A smile lit up her face.
Anakin nodded, hanging his cloak up on a hook.
“Okay fine…you can wear my clothes, just wash it next laundry round please,” Ahsoka grabbed a box of pads and headed for the fresher again, “You can keep those basics, don’t think ill want those back!” Anakin shouted.
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“Im going to head out, thanks again Skyguy.”
“You have training today?” He glanced up from his Holopad.
“No Master Windu let me take the day off.”
Anakin snorted. Windu never let him have off when he was a Padawan.
“Take care of yourself today Snips, love you.”
“Love you too Master.” Ahsoka said heartily as she skipped out his room in Anakin’s oversized tshirt and a bag if Mantell Mix in her hand.