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I hope you chewed him out for it.

[Ezra grumbles as he clips his saber back to his belt. Yes, it's petty, and no, it won't do anything for the situation now, but it'll make him feel better knowing someone yelled at Anakin for stuff like this once.]

Thanks, Master Kenobi. I'll let you get back to resting.

Many times.

[Now his tone took on a bit of exasperation and perhaps a hint of regret. There were times he had probably been too hard on Anakin as well.

However there was a tired smile on his face at Ezra's gratitude.]

You're quite welcome, Ezra. My door is always open.

[Many times. Well, that's something, at least.

Ezra hops down off the bed, feeling marginally better for having talked with Obi-Wan, even if he's still pretty conflicted about Anakin.]

Alright. I hope you feel better.

[That's an honest wish, at least, and the words he'll part with before he lets himself back out of the room.]

[During this conversation...]

Master Kenobi?

[Ezra's trying really hard to sound normal, but there's only so normal you can sound when you're stripped down to your shorts and shivering in an abandoned building with a near stranger. Embarrassment is the main emotion coloring his mental "voice," though hints of anger and frustration lace the edges, as well hesitation. Despite his assurances to Galen, he doesn't know if Obi-Wan's even in a position where he can help.]

Can I ask you for a favor?

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[Obi-Wan had actually been resting when he received the call. Suddenly awoken by the sound of Ezra's voice in his head via the amulet. So give him a moment as he groggily awakens.]

Ezra? What do you need? Is everything all right?

[He could certainly feel the boy's emotions through amulet, enough for him to be concerned. Fortunately the sound of illness doesn't transmit through these things.]

[Honestly, with everything that just happened, Ezra forgot that Obi-Wan is still sick. Sorry about that, Obi-Wan.]

I...

[Dammit, now that it comes to actually asking, how does he even go about admitting he just got all his clothes stolen from him? Ezra grimaces, the chagrin growing stronger through the connection.]

...can you bring me some clothes? For me and a friend?

[Maybe he can get away with not explaining at all.]

[There is a long pause... a really long pause. Because Obi-Wan can only imagine exactly WHY Ezra and his friend need clothes. Boy what are you getting up to over there.]

I can. They may be a bit big for you unless you have any spares of your own.

[No questions asked. At least not yet.]

[That "yet" is the part that he's dreading, but until then, Ezra can only be grateful to dodge that bullet!

Besides, it's not like he was getting up to anything weird!]

Bigger's probably better for him.

[Galen's pretty tall, compared to him.]

I think he's as tall as you. And... [He is grimacing so much here. He really should have gotten some spares, but he's never thought too much about his clothes, either living on the streets or on the Ghost. He has a spare set of shorts for when it's laundry day, but that's it. That's not going to do him much good here.]

I'll take whatever you can find.

[Except that Obi-Wan doesn't know it's not anything weird yet. He can only speculate. And weird things are certainly part of that speculation.]

All right. Where are you?

[The Jedi has by now hauled himself out of bed and is getting dressed for going outdoors. Grabbing some spare robes, he had made patterned after his originals, in the process.]

[Ezra's going to die from embarrassment at some point, isn't he.]

I'm...

[Wait, where is he? He hadn't been particularly paying attention to the street names when he and Galen had been chasing that thing. Ezra frowns, then tentatively focuses on sending a picture of his path to Obi-Wan, starting from the last point where he'd known where he was and ending at the abandoned building. Thank goodness for decent memories.]

Thank you, Master Kenobi. We really appreciate this.

[He is cold, and he is starting to consider the very real possibility of having to hug Galen for warmth, and that's going to be all kinds of awkward.

Aaaand Obi-Wan might have just gotten his mental picture of that entirely by accident.]

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[Thankfully, being an Enforcer has gotten him quite familiar with Verens. So he has at least a rough idea of where Ezra is at. So between his knowledge of the city layout and the Force, he should be able to find him just fine.]

You're very welcome, Ezra. I'll be there soon.

[And then there's that mental picture and... yeah.]

Just... don't do anything too rash before I get there.

[And with that he'll cut the connection and be on his way.]

[Regardless of whether or not Obi-Wan is awake, Qui-Gon is going to barge into his room just as the sun begins to rise. No warning, no knocking, just straight up waltzing in.]

Good morning.

Ever since he'd returned from his little excursion to the mountains, Obi-Wan has been especially quiet. The man spending a great deal of time meditating. Not just on calm though, but a mixture of emotions.

This is exactly what he's doing when Qui-Gon barges in on him. The younger Jedi sitting cross-legged on his bed. He had been for at least an hour now. Knowing exactly who it is though, he doesn't break his focus, not even opening his eyes.

"Good morning, Master."

Oh great! He's already up. That makes things a lot easier.

"How much longer do you need to finish your meditations?"

There's an urgency underlying his tone, although oddly enough it isn't matched by any ripples of distress in the Force or through their amulets. Almost as if Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn is simply just impatient about something. Alert the space presses. May as well let them know that water is wet, too.

That urgency does not go unmissed. Despite the serene exterior of his master, Obi-Wan knew well enough when the man was impatient. Whatever it could be about though, was beyond him.

"That depends," Obi-Wan says, his voice soft and relaxed. Very zen.

"What do you need?"

That's an even better start to the theme of this whole weekend.

"Mostly for you to pack an overnight bag."

Qui-Gon shrugs. Even though Obi-Wan can't see it in his zen state, he's pretty sure the younger Jedi can hear it in the tone of his voice. It's a common lilt that pops up whenever Qui-Gon is up to something not quite mischevous, but not exactly short of conniving.

"The sooner the better, but no rush."

And just like that the zen is broken as Obi-Wan blinks his eyes open in surprise.

"Wait, what?"

The former Padawan is giving his master a very confused look. Just what is he up to this time? And why does it involve him?

"Are we going somewhere?"

At this rate, Obi-Wan should just resign himself as a permanent accessory to Qui-Gon's many antics. It is his destiny.

"Not far, but it will be for today and tomorrow."

Because riddles never cease when it comes to the Jedi.

He already has. Can you hear that resigned sigh of his?

"And I don't suppose you intend to tell me where we're going?"

Deciding to give up his meditations for the morning, the younger Jedi rises from his sitting position on the bed. He will go along with Qui-Gon's sneaky plans. And thus starts to mill around his room to pack up a few things.

"You're right. I have no intention whatsoever until we get there."

Qui-Gon clasps Obi-Wan's shoulder, that glint in his eye alive and well, just like in the days when they would go on missions as Jedi Master and Padawan... annnd the shenanigans that would result.

The good ol' days.

"We leave within the hour. I expect you to be ready before then."

At the hand to his shoulder, Obi-Wan looks up at his old master, a curious glint in his own eyes. Although he was grown and far from the Padawan he used to be, he couldn't very well say no to that. Thus a smile touches Obi-Wan's face.

"Very well, master. I'll be ready."

And ready he will be. A small bag has been packed with the items he would need, and a note left for Rey on Satine's care instructions.

[Cold weather clothes, Rey has decided, are The Worst. They're bulky, even the admittedly better items Kylo showed her, and while she's discovered knit hats succeed in making her head much warmer, they also make it impossible to wear her hair in any way that feels familiar. Her usual buns simply don't fit with any degree of comfort, and she had a rather long debate with herself that it wasn't really that cold before grudgingly taking down the lower two buns and shoving her loose hair up inside the hat. Not like her family can find her here anyway.

Still, whenever she comes inside the house (through the door--she's trying!) and sloughs off the heavy layers, she pulls her hair back into those three messy buns as soon as she can. Some days, however, it's so much of a disaster that she's forced to visit the refresher, now that she's discovered wet hair tends to behave somewhat better. Today, judging by the tangled mess revealed when she pulls off her hat and warm things and puts them by the door, is one of those days.]

Hello! [Greeting whoever is in the room or calling to anyone nearby is more about announcing that she's come in through a door and said hello like a normal person than an actual greeting. She realizes it's probably what's expected of her now that she's living with people, but well, Rey can be a stubborn thing and she can't help pouting a little bit about changing her habits.]

[Obi-Wan hasn't complained about Rey's habits, though he has made suggestions. He was glad to see that she was at least trying to be a bit more... civilized. He knew it wasn't an easy adjustment for her.

Though when she comes through the door this particular day, the Jedi peeks out from inside the kitchen ready to great her and... sees hair. Which looks like a disheveled Wookiee. Instead of "hello" as he intended, something else comes out of his mouth.]

... Oh my.

[She's just started trying to run her fingers through her tangled hair when she hears Obi-Wan--and immediately she freezes with her hand halfway down a tangle.

Oh my? What's that mean? What did she do? She didn't come in a window, she said hello, did she forget something? Rey looks down at her feet, realizing her boots are a bit dirty. Maybe that's it. She kicks them off to avoid tracking in more mud, abandoning the attempts to tame her hair, and instead holds her hand out in the direction of the satchel she'd dropped on the floor next to the door and starts walking to the refresher.] I'll clean it, sorry.

[It's not the bag but something inside it that's pulled to her hand. Luke's saber is the only thing she can call to her most days without frustration, but it's convenient enough when she carries it in her bag all the time. She'll learn how to pull other stuff later... probably.]

[He blinks once, having to take a moment to realize what she's talking about. But he ends up following her to the refresher, where he reaches out his hand and calls a hairbrush to it.]

Leave it, I'll take care of that later.

[He doesn't sound angry or perturbed, more concerned than anything and insistent. Before motioning to the sitting room not far from where they were standing.]

Come, sit down.

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