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Prompt: memo on a sticky note. Fandom: Star Wars. Characters: Obi-Wan & Anakin. Words: 323. Rating: G. SFW.
Obi-Wan peeled the sticky note from the thermos, trying to decipher the Aurebesh scrawl which indicated something but not in any language he knew. The apartment was quiet but for the ticking clock, empty but for himself and the astromech droid on standby. Dozens of languages rattling around in his head, but this one still eluded him.
He'd seen dozens of notes like this over the past year and sounding the words out usually helped him, but he couldn't figured this out. He unspun the lid, hoping it would help, and unleashed a leafy and bitter smell that immediately threw him back to his first time on Tatooine. It was some kind of hangover cure, but he hadn't been the one drinking.
From outside there was a clatter, like a cat pulling tiles from the roof, or children pelting the door with stones, so he placed the drink down harder than was perhaps right and stepped out onto the narrow terrace that led into the tiny garden. He found Anakin sitting under the little tree they'd planted, cradling his head in his hands. The source of the noise was the metal scraps which had been left from Anakin's last project. Even without reaching out to sense his emotions, the discomfort was radiating from Anakin.
Obi-Wan didn't smile so much as half-grimace before going back inside to fetch the thermos. The note suddenly made sense. In Anakin's drunken scrawl: You'll thank me later. He'd made it for himself last night while still in the joyful part of drinking.
Stepping across the little yard, covered in the rough ground cover which clung for dear life to the earth, Obi-Wan settled himself down beside Anakin and offered the drink to him.
"Oh…" Anakin sighed and drank deeply. When he leaned back, he leaned more against Obi-Wan.
"Thinking better of celebratory methods?" Obi-Wan asked.
"Not on your life." Anakin grinned, his eyes still squinting against the daylight.
