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Send “Can I kiss you?” to see how my muse responds.

   → it takes the master jedi a moment to register the request for what it was, and when he does, his mouth opens but words fail him, his mind drawing in a flabbergasted blank. he looks at his former padawan, incredulous and suspicious all at once, and closes his mouth again as he scans the other for any sign of trickery. force knows the younger man was prone to pranking others when he saw fit, his rebellious ways always seeping through, though with age the pattern of behavior waned into an acceptable frequency. 

      this, now, however, had to be the other relapsing. there is no other acceptable explanation for such an odd, misplaced question. regaining his slightly lost composure, he sighs. this was one of their few peaceful days, not off-planet, not battling against the separatists, and his friend had to come forth with such an unsettling request.

      “anakin, if you want to kiss someone, i’m fairly sure you will find yourself a better suited partner somewhere else, perhaps even within the walls of the temple, or if you wish to busy yourself further, within the immensity of coruscant.”

     → it is not as if it is completely and truly inappropriate to kiss a fellow jedi, but it feels immensely inappropriate to kiss his padawan, even if former. their age gap, their shared story; it all makes this sound more and more nonsensical to obi-wan, so he dismisses it with ease, eyes returning to the book he had previously been reading.