Funny Messiness

The door buzzed, announcing an extremely late Jedi. Obi-Wan motioned with the Force to open it and his disheveled Padawan came up, his look wrestling between guilt and anger. 'Master, I'm dreadfully sorry to be this late but it was Keaira's fault…' Anakin never finished his sentence.
'Keaira's? She is late with Aislinn as well; she'd get her just lecturing. And you ought to wake yourself up. No one will be doing it forever. I expect Keaira had the same sentiment.'
Anakin's jaw dropped, 'You mean you are siding with her, Master?'
'I'm looking at it as a whole, my very young Padawan. Speaking of wholes, you should look at your whole self' Obi-Wan shook his head. 'You are a pure mess.'
'Well, Master, you don't look as great yourself.' Anakin retorted, while exiting the room.

'Keaira's going to get it.' Anakin cursed under his breath after seeing what she'd done. The clothes might as well been left un-ironed! Every crease was out. Though her creasing could go wrong once in a while, she couldn't have just done everything wrong. It had to be on purpose. And same with the stitching. Usually a small section that went out of line and back in line but now? It was all uphill. He took it off, putting it aside. He rather went without it than look like a moron, but the damage was done: he had passed many people on the way to meet Obi-Wan.

'So what exactly did you do to Kenobi?' Keaira questioned Aislinn after she had spilled the beans and both had recovered from their laughing fits.
'Well, I gave him a bad wake-up call. I didn't even wake him up actually. He woke up to my music blasting. You know, that song we listen to when we're mad? With the f-word?'
Keaira nodded. It was her personal way of telling Anakin to get out of her hair and out of the way when she was extremely furious.
Aislinn continued, 'He got up just as the song got to the f-word part. Well, I kind of Force-nudged him a little. Then I dashed right down after getting permission. When I left, he was still on the search for his boots. That item, I hid at the back of all of mine, unpolished.' They both laughed helplessly. They knew how particular he was about polishing. 'And his cloak is the funniest. I left un-ironed completely but ripped it here and there. More like a lot of areas.' They collapsed in laughter again, just as they reached the diner.