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Title: The Importance of Education
Author: Dolly
Genre: General, Humor
Rating: G
Archive: If you want it ask; I'll probably say yes.
Characters: Obi-Wan, Anakin
Timeframe: Anakin is in his mid-late teens.
Feedback: sure, just drop me a mail.
Disclaimer: I'm just playing with these characters, none of them are mine.
Author's Notes: This is a response to Writer's Challenge 10 at TF.net, which was to write a scene of dialogue between two characters in which they only speak in questions.
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Thump.
Crash!
“Master, what was in that big box in the kitchen?” called Anakin from the kitchen.
“What do you mean 'was'? And what box?”
“You know, the brown one?”
“Which brown one?” Obi-Wan replied, exasperated. All of the boxes in there were brown.
A pause. “It wasn't anything important, was it?”
“I don't know, why don't you open it and tell me?”
“Wouldn't you rather just look yourself?” came the nervous reply.
“No, I . . . Padawan, what are you doing?” Obi-Wan asked, watching his Padawan dash out of the kitchen and over to the desk.
“Master, have you seen my homework?” Anakin replied.
“What homework would that be?”
“My Diplomacy homework, don't you remember?”
“You're looking for your homework? Is that what all the commotion is about?”
“Have you seen it?”
“Since when do you take a Diplomacy class, anyway?”
“I'm not sure, didn't you sign me up for it?”
“Why would I do that?”
“You're my Master, isn't that kind of thing your job?”
“You mean you want me to choose your classes for you?” Obi-Wan replied, amused.
“Do you want me to be late for class?” he shot back. “Will you just help me look, pleeease?”
Obi-Wan sighed. “Where did you see it last?”
Anakin pointed to the desk. “Why isn't it there?” he whined.
“Where else could it be?”
Anakin scrunched up his nose in thought. “Did you throw anything away yesterday?”
“That depends, did you put anything in the recycle unit?”
“What do you think I am, Master, dense?” Anakin said indignantly.
Obi-Wan shook his head and tried again, “Don't you sometimes do your homework at the dining table?”
“Why didn't I think of that?” eyes widening, he scurried over into the kitchen again and ducked under the table, emerging with a triumphant grin on his face and a data pad in hand.
“Did you find it?”
Anakin raced out of the kitchen, waving the data pad in Obi-Wan's direction. “What time is it?”
“Are you going to be late?”
Anakin glanced at the chrono as he pulled on his boots. “Do you think I can make it in ten minutes?”
“Where is your class?”
“Shouldn't you know that?”
“Do you still think I signed you up for that class?”
“Didn't you?”
“Haven't we discussed this already?”
“I've got to go, can we talk later?” And before Obi-Wan could say another word, Anakin was out the door.
Obi-Wan looked at the closed door for a long moment, and then let out a sigh.
Being nearly a Senior Padawan, how could Anakin not know that his master couldn't sign him up for classes? And why would Obi-Wan sign him up for a Diplomacy, anyway? After all, diplomacy was never Anakin's favorite subject . . .
A smile spread slowly across his lips. It couldn't hurt to wait awhile before bringing it up again, could it?
END
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