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The general has been away for three minutes too long. Yet again, Grievous showed no interest in being punctual. According to Obi-Wan's calculations, he was supposed to dock exactly three minutes and 22 seconds ago and Obi-Wan would have proceeded to welcome him with a warm smile and beckoning open arms. Now he imagined another scenario, one where he'd wrap those same arms around the general's lanky neck and squeeze as hard as he can in hopes of breaking the circuits. He resumed counting.
6 minutes and 46 seconds when Obi-Wan heard the familiar sound of Grievous' starfighter engine. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath trying to stop the smile spreading across his features. As annoyed as he was with Grievous he couldn't help missing him every time their duties drove them apart. The oddly tall cyborg has grown on him akin to a malign Caisa parasite. He couldn't get rid of him without destroying himself in the process and if he was honest with himself he didn't want to either.
The customised starfighter's hatch opened. Obi-Wan still remembered the day Grievous got his first starfighter, how could he ever forget. It was specifically tailored for a human's height and weight, something they omitted telling the cyborg. Grievous hopped right in before realising something was terribly wrong. In his frenzy to get out he must've smashed the cockpit hatch button because it closed on him, trapping him inside. His back was so slouched it touched his knees and his arms were practically glued to the console with no way of moving them. It took Obi-Wan two hours to get him out of the cockpit, one if you didn't count the one when he couldn't stop laughing. To this day most of the base believes Grievious' slouched posture is the incident's fault.
The general noticed Obi-Wan from the moment he landed. His hurried footsteps making their way towards the man he now calls his partner. They stopped abruptly, less than one metre between them.
"You're late." Obi-Wan remarked.
An exasperated breath. What could Grievous possibly expect other than a salty remark. "Did you spend your time counting?"
"As a matter of fact I did. You're late by 6 minutes and 46 seconds. 9 minutes and 12 seconds if I count the time it took you to land and get out of the starfighter."
"And here I was hoping I'd make it past 10."
Obi-Wan turned his back making Grievous wonder why he even came back. The tiny human was always creative when it came to finding new ways to annoy him.
"Come." And once again Grievous followed in his tracks like an obedient puppy.
Not once has Grievous stepped besides or in front of Obi-Wan yet the way to their shared room was ingrained in his memory. The door opened with a simple gesture of Obi-Wan's hand and they stepped inside. "Here. When I was on Morcov for negotiations I had some time to study the creatures there. When Casyri find their most important person they enter a Minkai. Periodically, they bring Klostis to each other. I've had a hard time choosing one for you but I figured you'd enjoy something more simple."
Grievous' hands tore the small package apart revealing purple material, lifting it up and examining what now appeared to be a dress. It was a simple yet elegant design. The entire dress was violet save for the white lace that adorned the collar and the end of the sleeves and a belt to make the dress cling to Grievous', waist in a flattering way. It seemed to be made specially for him. Knowing that Obi-Wan went through the trouble to gift him a 'Klostis', something that seemed to be a sacred tradition on Morcov, pleased him.
When it was clear the general was not going to speak Obi-Wan urged him. "Wear it."
"I don't think purple is my color." Grievous shook his head.
"It is. It contrasts nicely with your eyes." Obi-Wan insisted.
With a sigh Grievous started putting the dress on.
"Now let's go for a romantic dinner."
"You know I don't eat."
"That's fine I'll eat for you too."