If I Can Do It, You Can Do It
It was eight in the morning when I woke up, or at least that was when my alarm started to buzz at me or beep at me or squawk at me or however a person's supposed to describe that noise. Whatever it is it's the most annoying sound in the entire universe. I'm fairly certain most would agree with me. I rubbed my eyes and slapped my palm down on the snooze button with a jerky motion of my arm.
Then I noticed the sweet smell that was lingering in the air above me and suddenly I was wide awake and jumping out of bed. I grabbed a sleeveless shirt off the floor and pretty much threw it over my head. My master has this odd fetish with always having a shirt on at the table, but hey, if it meant awesome breakfasts, I could deal with a shirt. I'm pretty sure I was one of only a handful of padawans who had masters who didn't force them to eat cafeteria food.
I burst out of my room at a pace that could be described as not quite a run and not quite a walk. More of a run-walk actually. I saw him in the kitchen and the smell only intensified, almost causing me to faint from too much goodness. Okay, so it was just French toast, but no one makes French toast like Obi-wan.
No one.
I don't know what he puts in it, but boy does it taste ridiculously good. It's a rather funny sight, too, because at eight in the morning on a day off, Obi-wan looks completely different. And I think I'm the only one who knows this. Maybe that's why we grew to be so close, because I saw the more human side that no one else seemed to notice.
He's standing in the kitchen with his sleep clothes on, which basically consist of baggy trousers and a lightweight shirt similar to the one I'm wearing now. That's not the funny part; although, if you knew Obi-wan well at all, it was a little funny to see him dressed like that. No, his hair is what's hilarious. This is probably the most anally neat master in the Temple, and at eight in the morning his hair is a complete mess. It's just long enough to where it sticks out at odd angles, giving it almost a rebellious spiky look. Plus, he's always running a hand through it which only messes it up more. You'd laugh if you saw it.
"Good morning, Anakin," he says when I enter the kitchen. I see bacon on the stove as well, cooked to a light crisp. He's keeping it warm.
"Hi master," I say with a yawn. I manage to be both wide awake and half asleep at the same time. It takes talent to do that.
He takes one look at me and I know that it's enough. He always was able to see right through me. He goes back to flipping the French toast. "You know you might feel a little more awake if you didn't work on those droids of yours all night long."
I don't even try to deny it. "I'm afraid I might be addicted," I joke.
He lets out a short laugh. "Only the understatement of the decade," he returns without missing a beat. "Which one are you working on now? Or should I ask, which droid are you working on that I unknowingly purchased for you?" He gives me a look after the last question.
I only grin sheepishly. "It's not my fault you leave money lying around… anyways, it's a pretty cool one. I can show it to you when I'm done."
He just sighs and starts to place the French toast on a plate. "What does it do?"
"When I'm finished programming it, it's going to carry my books for me to all my classes," I answer proudly. I've always been good at programming droids. It's one of my all time favorite habits.
He raises a brow and glances at me. "Really? Does it roll or walk?"
Why should that make a difference? "It rolls, why?" I ask, my brow furrowing in curiosity.
He gives me a pointed look before carrying the food to our small dining table. I sit down and continue to stare at him. He takes a bite of bacon and then leans back in his chair. "What about the classes you have outside?"
Oh. "Well, I suppose I could put jets on it. You know, like Artoo has."
He raises a brow again. "You have money lying around for those, because I'm pretty sure I haven't left any lying out lately."
"Could I borrow a little…?"
He smiles. That trademark grin of his that's good in almost any situation. To an enemy it would get rather annoying, but for me, it's just another reminder of how much of a father he is to me. "Borrow? No. Work for it sure. Tell you what; if you pass your next three exams without missing a question, you can buy whatever you want for that droid."
"Not even one question?" Yeah right. I bet he never did that with three tests in a row.
"Better yet, I never missed a question period," he says between bites, as casually as ever. He stops and looks at me. Then he smiles. "And if I can do that on all my tests without some droid carrying my books around, I certainly expect you to do it on three tests."
I took it as a challenge. I've always been competitive, and that was no exception. I never missed a question after that.
And I never finished that droid.
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