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Ethics, Wednesday, October 7, 2015
Anakin'd already had a run-in with the island weirdness via inadvertently serenading the Perk staff with Oh Blessed Holy Caffeine Tree, so he was in a bad mood even before class began.
You lucky, lucky people.
Obi-Wan, for his part, still had particles of glitter in his beard and hair. He had somehow managed to get them out of the robes, and yet...
He cleared his throat. "Today," he said, "We talk about expectations, and..."
Anakin opened his mouth and began singing. Badly.
"Anything you can do, I can do better," he began, looking mortified, "I can do anything better than you."
Get the popcorn, gang.
What in the--? Obi-Wan shot him a confused look. "No, you can't," he answered, which was most definitely not what he had been going for.
"Yes, I can," Anakin insisted. After some back and forth on that, Anakin continued with, "Anything you can be, I can be greater. Sooner or later, I'm greater than you." That wasn't awkward at all, or in any way like a standing argument they'd had when Anakin was a Padawan. Really.
And here Obi-Wan had hoped he had finally outgrown that. Still. This was strange. Perhaps he should start ushering the students out of-- "No, you're NOT!"
"Yes, I am," Anakin sang with a smirk and a shrug.
"I can shoot a partridge with a single cartridge," Obi-Wan sang, with a confused frown. He had no idea what that even meant.
"I can shoot a sparrow with a bow and arrow," Anakin countered, looking equally confused. The class then had to suffer through the two Jedi trying to sing higher than each other (Obi-Wan had the better voice, but Anakin was apparently Really Invested in winning this thing, to the severe detriment of everyone's ears), and them fighting over who could be cheaper before settling in for a musical battle about drinking. "I can drink my liquor quicker than a flicker," Anakin sang, glaring at Obi-Wan.
"I can drink it quicker and get even sicker!" Obi-Wan pulled a face. He had long since resigned himself to this, which was why he was so surprised when he opened his mouth and his intended comment-- "Actually, I remember who I had to pick up off the floor repeatedly during Organa's last bash on Alderaan, Anakin,"-- actually came out.
"Gravity wasn't working that night," Anakin managed before launching into a verse about being able to open a safe (of course, that's what lightsabers were for), and wearing Obi-Wan's clothing, which was just mortifying for everyone.
Obi-Wan's hand had settled securely over his face. Not enough to drown out the singing, unfortunately. If only. "Anything you can sing, I can sing sweeter, he sung. (He was right. This didn't stop Anakin from arguing the point with ever-worsening singing skills.) "I can sing anything sweeter than you."
That wasn't difficult. Anakin was a lot of things: sweet wasn't any of them.
After a truly earsplitting finale that had the squirrels throwing acorns at Anakin and hissing in disapproval, Anakin finally regained control of class. "Right. Expectations. Let's talk--if possible, sing if you must--about what expectations people have you for, what you have for yourself, and if one is easier to live with than the other."
You lucky, lucky people.
Obi-Wan, for his part, still had particles of glitter in his beard and hair. He had somehow managed to get them out of the robes, and yet...
He cleared his throat. "Today," he said, "We talk about expectations, and..."
Anakin opened his mouth and began singing. Badly.
"Anything you can do, I can do better," he began, looking mortified, "I can do anything better than you."
Get the popcorn, gang.
What in the--? Obi-Wan shot him a confused look. "No, you can't," he answered, which was most definitely not what he had been going for.
"Yes, I can," Anakin insisted. After some back and forth on that, Anakin continued with, "Anything you can be, I can be greater. Sooner or later, I'm greater than you." That wasn't awkward at all, or in any way like a standing argument they'd had when Anakin was a Padawan. Really.
And here Obi-Wan had hoped he had finally outgrown that. Still. This was strange. Perhaps he should start ushering the students out of-- "No, you're NOT!"
"Yes, I am," Anakin sang with a smirk and a shrug.
"I can shoot a partridge with a single cartridge," Obi-Wan sang, with a confused frown. He had no idea what that even meant.
"I can shoot a sparrow with a bow and arrow," Anakin countered, looking equally confused. The class then had to suffer through the two Jedi trying to sing higher than each other (Obi-Wan had the better voice, but Anakin was apparently Really Invested in winning this thing, to the severe detriment of everyone's ears), and them fighting over who could be cheaper before settling in for a musical battle about drinking. "I can drink my liquor quicker than a flicker," Anakin sang, glaring at Obi-Wan.
"I can drink it quicker and get even sicker!" Obi-Wan pulled a face. He had long since resigned himself to this, which was why he was so surprised when he opened his mouth and his intended comment-- "Actually, I remember who I had to pick up off the floor repeatedly during Organa's last bash on Alderaan, Anakin,"-- actually came out.
"Gravity wasn't working that night," Anakin managed before launching into a verse about being able to open a safe (of course, that's what lightsabers were for), and wearing Obi-Wan's clothing, which was just mortifying for everyone.
Obi-Wan's hand had settled securely over his face. Not enough to drown out the singing, unfortunately. If only. "Anything you can sing, I can sing sweeter, he sung. (He was right. This didn't stop Anakin from arguing the point with ever-worsening singing skills.) "I can sing anything sweeter than you."
That wasn't difficult. Anakin was a lot of things: sweet wasn't any of them.
After a truly earsplitting finale that had the squirrels throwing acorns at Anakin and hissing in disapproval, Anakin finally regained control of class. "Right. Expectations. Let's talk--if possible, sing if you must--about what expectations people have you for, what you have for yourself, and if one is easier to live with than the other."
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Alluka bounced to where he was and leaned to over inspect the selection. "This one," she said, after a moment, and glanced up at him. "If, if that's okay?"
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He granted her what he hoped was an encouraging smile. It was a little glittery around the edges. "I'll get some hot water, and hopefully this spell of madness will have passed."
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Though Alluka didn't think the singing, generally, was a bad thing...
"I'll wait," she promised. "I'll be good."
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Then he walked out of the classroom for a moment.
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Waiting was something she was good at.
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"There," he said. "That might make you feel better."
He was a master in the art of dancing around emotional issues. Perhaps today that would actually be a helpful trait.
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Alluka was a terrible liar.
"Thank you," she said, instead. "What's your favourite kind of tea?"
She was pretty good at topic hopping though!
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