Joss owns "Buffy," Lucas owns "Star Wars," I own my coffee mug.
AN: This series of drabbles was originally written for the Paradise Lost November Drabble-a-Thon challenge. Most of these drabbles will probably be used and expanded in a story I'm currently plotting and will hopefully start writing once finals are over. Thanks to the amazing RevDorothyL for betaing!
Prompt: Comedy
"What happened to you two?" Anakin asked, an amused look on his face. Obi-Wan and Buffy had just returned from a mission, and they were both covered in green slime.
"I'd rather not talk about it," Buffy snapped at him, wiping at her face angrily. "What I want is a shower, food, and sleep, in that order."
"I think the look suits you," Obi-Wan said with a straight face. If looks could kill, he would have died on the spot from the glare Buffy sent his way. She didn't reply, however, and simply walked away from the two men.
"You really don't like being among the living, do you?" Anakin asked his former master as Buffy stalked away. "Because you know that she'll find a way to make you pay for that remark."
"Considering what you put me through, I doubt she'll be able to top that," Obi-Wan replied dryly. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd also like to clean myself off." Anakin stepped aside, shaking his head. If Obi-Wan wanted to tempt fate, that was his prerogative. He, however, found it better not to annoy an already angry Buffy. She could be nasty in her revenges.
The next few days were relatively quiet, which only made Anakin even more worried what Buffy was planning. The longer it took her to exact her revenge, the worse it was going to be for her target. One morning, however, he woke to his Master shouting in the room next to his. Blinking sleepily, he got up and walked over to see what the fuss was about.
He found Obi-Wan gaping in shock at his Jedi robes--his now bright pink Jedi robes. "Do you have any idea how she managed to do this?" he demanded when he saw Anakin. "Because they certainly weren't this color when I went to bed last night."
"I have no idea, Master," Anakin answered, trying to keep a straight face. "You know she rarely ever lets me in on things like this, only because she knows I'll be one of the first people you ask." Obi-Wan shook his head, just as Buffy made her appearance. She took one long look at Obi-Wan, a knowing twinkle in her eye, even though she remained silent.
"My ship I can tolerate, my room I can live with, but my robes?" Obi-Wan asked her, holding one of the offending garments in his hand.
"I don't know, Ben," she answered, sounding like she was barely suppressing laughter. "I think the look rather suits you." Before Obi-Wan could respond, she had turned around and was leaving the room. "Oh, don't worry, the color will fade in a few days," she said, turning around. "Or a few weeks. I can't remember which." Ignoring Obi-Wan's look of shock, she left the room with a bright grin on her face. Anakin also had to hide a smile. Obi-Wan 10, Buffy 18.