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Untitled Drabble

by obaona (who is slightly embarrassed to admit it)


Obi-Wan frowned, folding his arms and giving his apprentice a critical expression.

Anakin sighed.

“Water will ruin it.”

“It’s bantha hide, water won’t ruin it.”

“It’s not appropriate, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said, his tone one of sufferance.

“It’s brown – it’s perfectly appropriate!”

“So brown as to be black!”

“I like it.”

“It won’t breathe.”

“I’m not suffocating yet, Master.”

Obi-Wan sighed. “Must it be so dark?”

“I don’t want to be a Jedi clone, Master!”


“Not to say that you are, Master, certainly not. I mean, your … hairstyle … um …”

“I’m happy to say I’m fine with being a ‘Jedi clone.’ At least appearance-wise.”

“So you’re saying I should be? Don’t tell me this is another lesson on ‘community’ and ‘humility.’”

“I don’t enjoy lecturing you, you know.”

“Then why do you constantly torture yourself?” Anakin chirped.

“Anakin, please hone your sense of style, not your wits.”

“Black is not bad style.”

“So you admit it’s black now? Anakin –”

“Please, Master?”

“Don’t give me that look.” Pause. “Anakin …”



Anakin smiled, and took a look at himself in the mirror. Leather overtunic, dark brown undertunic, and a very dark brown cloak. Yep. This … now this made him look like an adult. And when he saw Padme for the first time in ten years tomorrow … he wanted to look like a man.

“I’m going to regret this,” Obi-Wan muttered.

[the end, thankfully]