Literally Pirateninja (shadowcat) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-06-08 18:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, kitty pryde (shadowcat), obi-wan kenobi |
“And I think Han must think I was flirting with her or something, because he absolutely hates me.”
Who: Kitty and Obi-wan
What: A drive, some teasing, Kitty geeks out about both Leia and Han existing.
When: Yesterday..ish?
Where: Places
Status: Complete
Rating: Pg mostly!
It was raining, but Obi-Wan was safe in his car. He pulled up to a stoplight, and glanced upward at his reflection in the rearview mirror. Kitty was in for a bit of a surprise, what with the black eye and all. (Thanks a lot, Loras!) Not to mention the fact that he had filled out quite a bit. Actually, the amount of muscle he’d acquired was somewhat bizarre, as if the process of regaining the weight he’d lost had been fast forwarded like a video tape. He felt uncomfortable, and he wore a thick hooded sweatshirt to cover his arms.
Also, his beloved beard had been erased.
Kitty stepped out of the apartment, a lazy smile on her face, and popped open an umbrella. She couldn’t help her good mood - it would take a massive concentrated effort to overturn it. She leaned on the railing to watch the rain pour down.
Obi-Wan turned the corner and scowled into the rain. He wasn’t a big fan. For example, sleeping in it was no fun at all, and he’d done that one time too many. In a word, it sucked.
He rolled to a stop in front of Kitty’s place. The windows were manual, so he had to lean across the passenger seat to roll it down. He waved. “Sorry I’m late.”
Kitty hopped onto the stairs railing and slid down the slick metal like she was grinding a railing. She hit the ground and ran over to the car and climbed in before she could get too soaked! She grinned, clearly in a great mood, "It's not a problem."
He pulled away from the curb. “I thought cats were supposed to hate the rain,” he said, dryly. He was late because he had dragged his feet all morning. He was dreading this a bit. It was getting too real. Even Kitty, who had an odd talent for making him forget himself, would have a hard time breaking this spell.
"Depends on the rain," She replied, patting his arm. "This is a good rain."
Whatever that meant. She didn't care. Her brain was a certain level of scrambled that made little things amusing to her. She sobered up a little, "I'm sorry I broke it."
Obi-Wan’s head bobbed from side to side. He wasn’t so sure he was sorry it was non-functional, and yet, he felt the drive to fix it. “Apology accepted. I’m sure even the greatest Jedi deal with a faulty lightsaber from time to time.” Yes, that was a bit of a joke, but his tone was still mirthless.
Kitty gave him a wry smirk, "Probably more often than they'd like. They probably get really good at that whole using the force to build one thing."
Which had been, admittedly, a really cool scene in that SWTOR video game.
She glanced at him, "Cheer up. It could be worse!"
“Right, I could have woken up as Jar Jar Stinks or Binks or whatever the hell that was supposed to be.” He turned another corner. He was just sort of wandering around the neighborhood. “Where are we going, by the way?”
"I like to forget he existed." The worst part about Jar Jar? He created the Empire. No, seriously. Watch Episode 3, he provided the motion to grant Palpatine unlimited power!
Kitty didn't like Jar Jar, but she certainly wasn't alone in that.
"Right. It's an address in Santa Ana. He runs a repair shop but it's been closed for a bit while he works on some personal projects."
“Santa Ana?” he repeated. “Repair shop in Santa Ana?” It carried a ring of familiarity. “Wait... Monty? I mean, Scott? Scotty?”
"Yeah.." She tilted her head, "You know Scotty?"
Of course he knew Scotty. That made perfect sense in wtfworld. Kitty was dumbfounded, "We're friends of sorts. He's a mad genius."
Obi-Wan did some quick probability calculations in his head, and wondered if he ought to be so surprised. The night he and Kitty had met, Scotty had been involved on the fringe of that.
“I did some work on this that his girlfriend owns,” he said. “A few months ago.” Felt like longer.
He changed the direction of the car. He drove like a senior citizen, by the way. And it was worse in the rain.
"Huh. Go figure." Kitty tapped her finger on the arm rest, watching him drive. It was slow. And so very not dangerous.
"You don't like driving do you."
He cracked a smile at that, believe it or not. No wait. It might have been a grimace. “I like walking,” he said with a put on chirp. “Driving is only for when walking isn’t an option.”
“And what about flying?” There was a teasing smile on her lips.
“Oh, God,” Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. “I hate flying.”
He rolled slowly to a stop sign and squinted through the wipers. He looked carefully down both ways before he proceeded. He glanced sideways at Kitty. “This is killing you isn’t it, Ms. Ride A Motorbike With A Broken Arm. You can take over if you want. I don’t care.”
Kitty knew it! Her inner geek glee'd a little bit. She shook her head, "Are you kidding? I'd probably get us killed. We can't get it fixed if we're dead. I'm crazy, not stupid.
He returned with a skewed smile, slightly confused. “Does the real Obi-Wan hate flying, too?” he asked.
Kitty laughed, "With a passion. It's like a recurring joke in the movies."
He cocked an eyebrow. “Forgot about that. I’ll add it to my list.”
“Lets stop and get some coffee,” Kitty said. “I need some more caffiene.”
The sudden leap in the conversation made him wonder if she’d in fact already had enough coffee. But he didn’t mind the idea of a diversion. Or more coffee, for that matter.
He shrugged. “Sure.”
She'd had a good wake-up call, and then some coffee. But she wanted some more, and could tell he needed some more time to ease into it. So coffee stop!
Kitty pointed out a shop, "That one'll do." They could talk some more.
He pulled into a convenient space and, exiting the car, Obi-Wan pulled his hood up over his head. He made a dash for the cafe and shook himself off once inside, holding the door for Kitty.
They sauntered over to the counter. Obi-Wan ordered a triple in a large cup. Plenty of room for milk. “What?” he shrugged to ward off any doubtful responses for Kitty.
"Thank you." Obi was such a gentleman. In the interior lighting she got a better look at him. He looked..bulkier. And his beard was gone.
She mourned the loss of his beard. But the bulkier part? She had no complaints about. She ordered something with a lot of caramel and sat down.
"You obviously have a lot on your mind." He should get laid, it did wonders for her No kidding?! He took a seat, or rather, fell into a chair. He sloshed the coffee around in his cup. “Just coming to terms with being a Jedi,” he said, back to the dry grouchiness, but then again not really. There was a hint of something like a smile. He took a sip of coffee. “I talked to Jean the other day. Online. It went well. I apologised for making her feel wanted, I guess.” And the smile-like thing was gone! He was just grouchy now. More coffee!
Okay, Kitty wasn't going to bring up her much better luck with women. Well, odd luck, too. The ex had showed up and that made things more confusing, since part of her still had feels for him. But she'd deal with it. She didn't want to bother Obi with that.
"Women like feeling wanted. But sometimes we're not ready for it. I'm glad you at least left things off in a good way?"
“Good enough,” he said. Though she hadn’t brought up the girlfriend, he couldn’t help but mull it over for a moment. The smile reappeared. “I do, however, have a gentleman admirer.”
Kitty's eyebrows went way up into her hairline, "DO you now?" She leaned forward, keenly interested, "Do tell!"
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. “Sparring partner I’ve been working with,” he said. “I put up with it, because he’s good.”
He leaned forward himself, close enough to smell the coffee on Kitty’s breath. He attempted his best imitation of Loras’s pleading eyes. He lowered his voice. “And he likes to talk to me, like this... and dare me to make his day...”
"You have a black eye." Kitty's powers of observation were pretty fail today, but up close, they finally kicked in, "Now I know some people like to put bugs down skirts...did he put a spider down your skirt, Obi-wan?"
He scrunched up his face. “Bugs down skirts? What, so the girl would lift it up?” He scowled. “That’s just... immature. You want to see what’s under a girl’s skirt, you ask.” His face remained stony, but his ears flushed a little, betraying some of memory, both fond and incriminating.
Kitty grinned at him. It was the wicked sort of grin, “I was making a joke. But I see there’s some experience there, isn’t there!”
She decided to relent a little bit, “What happened, Obi?”
“The eye?” He groaned. “Sparring partner. It had nothing to do with that punch me in the face thing on Valarnet. That wasn’t even real. That was bait.” He paused, not for dramatic effect, but in thought--and tried not to think about how Kitty had commiserate with him. “I might know some other dreamers.”
"Bait for who?" Kitty tilted her head, “Those other dreamers? Have you met other people from your dreams?”
Now he smiled wickedly, as he lowered the coffee cup from his lips. “Hm, maybe...” He did one of these: >.> and leaned back in. “Maybe. But, Han Solo. Princess Leia. Shhh.”
Kitty stared at him, "NO SHIT SERIOUSLY?!"
She couldn't say who she had the bigger crush on. Or maybe it was a tie. For delicious Han on Leia action.
Obi-Wan all but clapped his hand over her mouth. SHH! “I’m 99% sure Han’s running a garage about five blocks away from me.”
"That is so awesome!" Kitty said this a little more subdued-like. But still. Han Freaking Solo. HAN SOLO! DO WANT TO MEET.
"How did you meet them??"
Had Obi-Wan known her debate about the bigger crush, he might have sympathized. Han Freaking Solo was right. “Remember when my car broke down? Well, I wheeled it up to their shop--like I said, five blocks away. Leia works there with him. I think she’s actually in charge of the place.” He paused. “And I think Han must think I was flirting with her or something, because he absolutely hates me.”
"Well that makes sense. Han was good at a lot of things but sometimes he couldn't find his own ass in a paper bag if he needed to."
Kitty's mind was promptly blown.
"Han Solo punched you in the face?! That's the most awesome thing I've heard all day!"
Obi-Wan finished his coffee and crushed the paper cup in his hand. “No, Han Solo would have been awesome. This--” He gestured to the eye, “--was just an accident. I took an elbow to the nose during training.”
He stood and stretched out his arms. He was still getting used to the extra muscle and he felt stiff, less limber. “If you like, I can show you where he is. Where they are. Though I’ve already gotten in trouble for skulking around.”
“What’s a little skulking around between friends?” She watched him stretch, “I can show you some stretching exercises I’ve..remembered.”
He tilted his head. Had he still a beard, he would have given it a scratch. “Remembered?”
"Like the ninja thing. It feels like I remembered how to do it, after the dreams."
“Who am I to argue with that?” But he bounced on his feet awkwardly, and folded his arms. “I think I’ve been working out too much.”
"You've got no complaints here." She patted his arm, winking at him, "Stop acting so self-conscious about it."
Another head tilt. “I thought you liked girls, now.” His tone was playful, but he lowered his voice, all the same.
Kitty's cheeks tinged a little bit red, "Well I do. I can't like both? Or admire the beauty of the human body?" She was being teased, and she knew it.
She probably deserved it.
Obi-Wan shrugged, but he gave her that smile were his eyes crinkled. The one that seldom appeared. “You can like what you like. Right now, it just seems like a loss for my side.”
He was a good giver of compliments, when he wanted to be. He didn’t bother otherwise, which meant that every nice thing Obi-Wan said was something he actually meant.
Kitty giggled a little bit. She'd never get used to compliments, ever. She didn't assume he meant anything by it. But she could give out as well, "I have nothing to complain about when it comes to women right now. So it probably is a loss for your side. It would, however, be a loss for my side if you discovered a love for men, too."
He snorted. “I’ve got enough trouble with Loras. Don’t you start.” He glanced back at the door. “Come on. It’s stopped raining. We better get this over with.”
Kitty looked outside. She wasn't sure she actually wanted to see Scotty. It might sour her good mood, "Maybe you should go on with out me..."
He was taken aback. “What? Really?”
“Scotty and I had a kind of disagreement of sorts. I’d rather things not be awkward.”
He bit his lip. Damn. He really didn’t want to do this alone. But... “Okay. If you want. I think I can handle a Scotsman.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll explain later.” When she fully understood it herself. She gave Obi a hug, and a peck on the cheek, then ran to catch the bus!
Obi-wan Kenobi was NOT a hugger. When would she learn? His ears turned red again.