Title: The Day Drags On
Author: Saavikam
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I still don't own Star Wars. Maybe someday. *hopeful smile*
A/N- Sorry this chapter is so short, but I figured it would be better to give you something to start the long week with instead of waiting until next weekend. Thankx to my beta reader, Miss B. You're the best!
The Day Drags On
"Happy Master Poof will be to help you," Yoda comforted Obi- Wan. "Like you very much he does."
Obi-Wan just groaned.
"Worried you must not be. Alright it will be."
"Oh right," a sarcastic Obi-Wan grumbled to himself. "I'm wet and covered with prickly little brown thingers."
"Burrs they are."
"Whatever," Obi continued a little more quietly this time although it didn't really make much of a difference anyways. Yoda could still hear exactly what he was saying. "I'm being led around the Temple by a little green troll."
Fortunately for Obi-Wan,Yoda chose to ignore that comment.
"Yup," continued the disgruntled padawan, blissfully ignorent of the fact that he had been very close to having a gimmer stick headed in his direction. "I would say this definately qualifies as one of my better days. Do they have to keep doing that?" he grimaced as more of his "friends" saw him in his trek through the halls and started laughing hysterically despite their masters' best attempts to make them shut up.
Finally, after far more public humiliation than Obi-Wan thought was necessary, they arrived at Poofy's apartment.
"Afraid are you?" Master Yoda questioned when he heard Obi- Wan's teeth begin to chatter.
Obi said the only thing that came to mind. "Um...DUH!!!"
"Duh?" asked a confused Yoda.
"Uh, yeah. You know. It's obvious. Duh," Obi tried to explain the teenage word to a 850 year old troll and found it absurdly difficult.
Yoda chose to ignore the confused padawan's defination and tried to get back to the original subject. "Afraid you must not be, Obi-Wan. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to-"
"SUFFERING! I KNOW!!!!" a thououghly ticked off Obi screamed.
Yoda blinked once and then commented. "Learn to control yourself you must. Now, knock you will," he commanded, gesturing towards the door.
"Yes, Master Yoda," Obi muttered through clenched teeth. Seeing no way out, he lifted a trembling finger and pressed the buzzer.
"Boo," Poofy greeted him. Turning around, Obi-Wan realized that Yoda had abandoned him. "Come in, young Obi-Wan. You are a mess. I will fix you up. You must meet my new cat. I'm sure you both will get along very well."
"Uh huh," Obi grimaced as he started dreaming of green troll flambe complete with a side of stir-fried cat.
A/N- Well? What did you think? Hopefully I'll have another chapter up by Saturday night, but no guarantees.
Author: Saavikam
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I still don't own Star Wars. Maybe someday. *hopeful smile*
A/N- Sorry this chapter is so short, but I figured it would be better to give you something to start the long week with instead of waiting until next weekend. Thankx to my beta reader, Miss B. You're the best!
The Day Drags On
"Happy Master Poof will be to help you," Yoda comforted Obi- Wan. "Like you very much he does."
Obi-Wan just groaned.
"Worried you must not be. Alright it will be."
"Oh right," a sarcastic Obi-Wan grumbled to himself. "I'm wet and covered with prickly little brown thingers."
"Burrs they are."
"Whatever," Obi continued a little more quietly this time although it didn't really make much of a difference anyways. Yoda could still hear exactly what he was saying. "I'm being led around the Temple by a little green troll."
Fortunately for Obi-Wan,Yoda chose to ignore that comment.
"Yup," continued the disgruntled padawan, blissfully ignorent of the fact that he had been very close to having a gimmer stick headed in his direction. "I would say this definately qualifies as one of my better days. Do they have to keep doing that?" he grimaced as more of his "friends" saw him in his trek through the halls and started laughing hysterically despite their masters' best attempts to make them shut up.
Finally, after far more public humiliation than Obi-Wan thought was necessary, they arrived at Poofy's apartment.
"Afraid are you?" Master Yoda questioned when he heard Obi- Wan's teeth begin to chatter.
Obi said the only thing that came to mind. "Um...DUH!!!"
"Duh?" asked a confused Yoda.
"Uh, yeah. You know. It's obvious. Duh," Obi tried to explain the teenage word to a 850 year old troll and found it absurdly difficult.
Yoda chose to ignore the confused padawan's defination and tried to get back to the original subject. "Afraid you must not be, Obi-Wan. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to-"
"SUFFERING! I KNOW!!!!" a thououghly ticked off Obi screamed.
Yoda blinked once and then commented. "Learn to control yourself you must. Now, knock you will," he commanded, gesturing towards the door.
"Yes, Master Yoda," Obi muttered through clenched teeth. Seeing no way out, he lifted a trembling finger and pressed the buzzer.
"Boo," Poofy greeted him. Turning around, Obi-Wan realized that Yoda had abandoned him. "Come in, young Obi-Wan. You are a mess. I will fix you up. You must meet my new cat. I'm sure you both will get along very well."
"Uh huh," Obi grimaced as he started dreaming of green troll flambe complete with a side of stir-fried cat.
A/N- Well? What did you think? Hopefully I'll have another chapter up by Saturday night, but no guarantees.