The Mentor
Well, sleeping in it is. Thank the Force, she seemed to understand.
Yep. That settled in. He was definitely marrying this chick. He would smile then as he would lay back, holding her close and tight as she would lay on top of him. "Yeah, we'll check out swimming first, then dinner after... Cramps aren't fun" He would crack with a light chuckle as he would lie back and close his eyes, reaching a hand up to Shmi's head and playing with her hair a little bit. "... After a bit of sleep, of course. I haven't had a good rest in so long, I can't remember what it feels like" He would admit with a light laugh, seeming to have begun to cheer up, at the least. It was nice, really, how quickly he'd been able to cheer up just from being there with Shmi...
It was a feeling he could get used to, really.
He was still shaky over the dream, but he was at least starting to relax again. I mean, if you just saw yourself with a red lightsaber killing everyone you knew and worked with, especially the one you loved, shortly after learning to use the dark side... You'd be freaked out too, right?
God, that still didn't sound right... Learning to use the dark side. That felt so taboo. Sure, there was a reason.... But even the thought made him want to vomit. He really should look at getting all that expunged from his memory somehow.
At the same time... Would it be stupid of him to forgo that knowledge? If he could recover from the trauma... He didn't have to use what he learned in combat. He wouldn't want to even if he could. But having that knowledge... It could help them fight it, couldn't it?
There he went, thinking practically again. Everything seemed to be practical to him. Strategic. Everything had a use, everything had a means, or a meaning. He never looked at it as just... Personal.
This would be the first time, this whole thing with Shmi... Even his prior relationships felt... Well...
Practical.
This was different.
This was what it was like to feel human, huh?
When she rolled off and laid on her side, he would move to sleep on his own side, preferring to sleep on his side himself, before wrapping his arms around Shmi's waist again and cuddling up to her as he began to relax, and rest...
Sleep soon followed.
Morning came, and he would let out a yawn as he sat up, noting that the clock read several hours after his usual early wakeup time. Part of him panicked, out of habit, but feeling Shmi still in his arms, somewhat, he would begin to remember the events of the night before and his nerves would begin to calm down. Letting out a breath to steady himself, he would manage to untangle his arms from Shmi's body and sit up fully, trying not to wake her if he could. Stretching out, he would crack his neck, then his sore shoulders. His body was a chiropractor's nightmare, he realized. He really was overworking himself, geez.
Getting up, he would gingerly climb out of bed, looking in the mirror. For the first time, he noticed the hints of baggs under his eyes, indicating his constant lack of sleep. It was a flaw in a complexion that many people had told him was perfect, charming, in his younger years, though he usually laughed it off as his physical appearance meant nothing unless it was meant for business. Or, well, that had been his opinion anyway. He saw flaws the more he looked in the mirror, as though all of a sudden it mattered. Why? Likely Shmi, he decided. He wanted to be at his best for her, it seemed his mind had unconsciously decided. Maybe during this break, he could finally catch up on sleep properly, then set up a more... Reasonable schedule for sleep.
Oh what was he saying? He'd stay up late working on something just out of habit, he knew.
Workaholic problems. Again.
His hair was a serious mess, despite the fact he'd cut it short a handful of months ago. It seemed that it grew way too fast, something he'd now begun to notice. Honestly, at this point he might as well just grow the blasted thing out. It'd save him time and credits in the long haul. Besides, most Jedi Masters he knew had longer hair anyway, the younger ones especially.
It was here he realized as he looked himself in the mirror more and more, just analyzing like he hadn't before, all of a sudden self-conscious about it when he now had someone he wanted to look good for, that despite what he'd thought before, he barely looked a day over 21. Why was that? The Jedi Master, who was about to be 26 in a matter of days if he recalled, looked far younger. Yet the experience in his face, his eyes, told his story... And yet his complexion stated otherwise. It was... Interesting. An effect of the Force, perhaps? Or a hereditary trait? Both?
Shmi would be joking that he'd look 40 when he was 80, before long he figured.
He would open up his mouth, clenching his teeth as he would quirk a brow. Man... One of his front teeth were chipped, and chipped badly too. Either from chomping down on something hard, or just a life of combat. He wondered if intergalactic technology could fix a badly chipped tooth... He'd probably have to get it replaced if he couldn't get it filed down. He didn't care about having perfect teeth until all of a sudden, he remembered Shmi had to see that set of teeth everyday now, whenever he grinned. Thank the Force he usually just smirked, but...
Damn, all of a sudden all these things that seemed like they weren't an issue, were suddenly an issue.
He had very few blemishes or freckles, or markings on his face, and had a youthful face. He felt like he should be grateful, and he was. He felt like he should be satisfied with that, and before, he would have been. But all of a sudden, he'd see even a small flaw like that, look at Shmi, and realize that maybe it was a problem after all.
Deep down, he just wanted to be the best he could be for Shmi.
This was what it was like to be... Normal, then? With normal, everyday problems? Like how you look, about a chipped tooth or a blemish. Not having to worry about your comrades dying in battle, or a Sith Lord sticking a lightsaber in your back. Or about the Order stabbing you in the back again. Geez, he really did have a big problem with backstabbing. Speaking of, he should probably see a chiropractor about his back too... Or see if an extended koto tank period would fix that. His life of combat had brought about a lot of soreness, aches and pains, that usually he would just ignore. But being in a more relaxed state, he was suddenly feeling all of it... And it bothered him. He felt soreness, aches and pains anew again, as though they were freshly inflicted. It was like his defences had gone down and he was feeling all of it...
Although part of him knew that... That was exactly what was happening. He was just too concerned with his work, and too priority and goal-minded to see that he was destroying his body. He was always too busy to notice.
So he wrote a few things down on the nearest blank slip of paper he had and tacked them on the desk. Shmi might notice them when she awoke seeing as they hadn't been there before.
Of course, considering he was so work-oriented, and overthought so much, it wasn't a shock that there was... Well... More then just a "few" notes in this case...
With that last one being a bit tongue in cheek, the notes were left for him to analyze and remind himself using later, as he would take one last look toward Shmi, smile a bit, and then head off to get a shower. He was tempted to wake Shmi and joke that she could join him for a shower, since they'd both likely smell after last night... But he didn't really want to wake her, so perhaps another day he'd make that joke... Hell, if she was serious in her answer should it be affirmative, he'd actually take her up on it. He wasn't afraid to share a shower with Shmi after last night, he thought to himself with a light chuckle. But the shower would get out the smell of training, of sweat, and of course everything from what had occurred last night afterword. Not to mention bedhead. Seriously, he looked silly. He looked like... What were those... Chocobos? Those fictional birds? Yes, the chocobos. They were cute, but he wasn't sure if he wanted his head looking like one. But that's what his hair resembled right now, and he was happy to go fix that so Shmi didn't start choking from laughter.
Though it'd probably be inevitable if the time came she woke up before he did...
Peering out the window a moment, he would have to adjust his eyes to Naboo's sun's bright rays. He could get used to this, really. It sure beat being in the dark all the time, on some dark and dank planet... Or just in his ship where he didn't look out the window much since usually all he saw was the emptiness of hyperspace.
Workaholic problems. Again times 2.
After a long shower, he would sneak back into the bedroom dressed in a towel and dress into fresh clothes, throwing his robes and the casual clothing he wore under them into the hamper to deal with later. If Shmi wasn't awake at this point, he would head downstairs to make breakfast for them both, since he figured she'd probably be up soon after, if she wasn't by now.
Of course, she could have woken up prior and he just hadn't seen her yet. He hadn't checked the bed this time.
All he knew was all of a sudden, he was damn hungry. Hunger was another thing he tended to ignore in favour of his work, but now that he pushed his work out of his mind and onto sticky notes for later...
Well, all of a sudden he was noticing it. And man, was it big. Did he always let himself go hungry this long?
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Yep. That settled in. He was definitely marrying this chick. He would smile then as he would lay back, holding her close and tight as she would lay on top of him. "Yeah, we'll check out swimming first, then dinner after... Cramps aren't fun" He would crack with a light chuckle as he would lie back and close his eyes, reaching a hand up to Shmi's head and playing with her hair a little bit. "... After a bit of sleep, of course. I haven't had a good rest in so long, I can't remember what it feels like" He would admit with a light laugh, seeming to have begun to cheer up, at the least. It was nice, really, how quickly he'd been able to cheer up just from being there with Shmi...
It was a feeling he could get used to, really.
He was still shaky over the dream, but he was at least starting to relax again. I mean, if you just saw yourself with a red lightsaber killing everyone you knew and worked with, especially the one you loved, shortly after learning to use the dark side... You'd be freaked out too, right?
God, that still didn't sound right... Learning to use the dark side. That felt so taboo. Sure, there was a reason.... But even the thought made him want to vomit. He really should look at getting all that expunged from his memory somehow.
At the same time... Would it be stupid of him to forgo that knowledge? If he could recover from the trauma... He didn't have to use what he learned in combat. He wouldn't want to even if he could. But having that knowledge... It could help them fight it, couldn't it?
There he went, thinking practically again. Everything seemed to be practical to him. Strategic. Everything had a use, everything had a means, or a meaning. He never looked at it as just... Personal.
This would be the first time, this whole thing with Shmi... Even his prior relationships felt... Well...
Practical.
This was different.
This was what it was like to feel human, huh?
When she rolled off and laid on her side, he would move to sleep on his own side, preferring to sleep on his side himself, before wrapping his arms around Shmi's waist again and cuddling up to her as he began to relax, and rest...
Sleep soon followed.
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Morning
Approximate Galactic Time: Near-Afternoon
Morning came, and he would let out a yawn as he sat up, noting that the clock read several hours after his usual early wakeup time. Part of him panicked, out of habit, but feeling Shmi still in his arms, somewhat, he would begin to remember the events of the night before and his nerves would begin to calm down. Letting out a breath to steady himself, he would manage to untangle his arms from Shmi's body and sit up fully, trying not to wake her if he could. Stretching out, he would crack his neck, then his sore shoulders. His body was a chiropractor's nightmare, he realized. He really was overworking himself, geez.
Getting up, he would gingerly climb out of bed, looking in the mirror. For the first time, he noticed the hints of baggs under his eyes, indicating his constant lack of sleep. It was a flaw in a complexion that many people had told him was perfect, charming, in his younger years, though he usually laughed it off as his physical appearance meant nothing unless it was meant for business. Or, well, that had been his opinion anyway. He saw flaws the more he looked in the mirror, as though all of a sudden it mattered. Why? Likely Shmi, he decided. He wanted to be at his best for her, it seemed his mind had unconsciously decided. Maybe during this break, he could finally catch up on sleep properly, then set up a more... Reasonable schedule for sleep.
Oh what was he saying? He'd stay up late working on something just out of habit, he knew.
Workaholic problems. Again.
His hair was a serious mess, despite the fact he'd cut it short a handful of months ago. It seemed that it grew way too fast, something he'd now begun to notice. Honestly, at this point he might as well just grow the blasted thing out. It'd save him time and credits in the long haul. Besides, most Jedi Masters he knew had longer hair anyway, the younger ones especially.
It was here he realized as he looked himself in the mirror more and more, just analyzing like he hadn't before, all of a sudden self-conscious about it when he now had someone he wanted to look good for, that despite what he'd thought before, he barely looked a day over 21. Why was that? The Jedi Master, who was about to be 26 in a matter of days if he recalled, looked far younger. Yet the experience in his face, his eyes, told his story... And yet his complexion stated otherwise. It was... Interesting. An effect of the Force, perhaps? Or a hereditary trait? Both?
Shmi would be joking that he'd look 40 when he was 80, before long he figured.
He would open up his mouth, clenching his teeth as he would quirk a brow. Man... One of his front teeth were chipped, and chipped badly too. Either from chomping down on something hard, or just a life of combat. He wondered if intergalactic technology could fix a badly chipped tooth... He'd probably have to get it replaced if he couldn't get it filed down. He didn't care about having perfect teeth until all of a sudden, he remembered Shmi had to see that set of teeth everyday now, whenever he grinned. Thank the Force he usually just smirked, but...
Damn, all of a sudden all these things that seemed like they weren't an issue, were suddenly an issue.
He had very few blemishes or freckles, or markings on his face, and had a youthful face. He felt like he should be grateful, and he was. He felt like he should be satisfied with that, and before, he would have been. But all of a sudden, he'd see even a small flaw like that, look at Shmi, and realize that maybe it was a problem after all.
Deep down, he just wanted to be the best he could be for Shmi.
This was what it was like to be... Normal, then? With normal, everyday problems? Like how you look, about a chipped tooth or a blemish. Not having to worry about your comrades dying in battle, or a Sith Lord sticking a lightsaber in your back. Or about the Order stabbing you in the back again. Geez, he really did have a big problem with backstabbing. Speaking of, he should probably see a chiropractor about his back too... Or see if an extended koto tank period would fix that. His life of combat had brought about a lot of soreness, aches and pains, that usually he would just ignore. But being in a more relaxed state, he was suddenly feeling all of it... And it bothered him. He felt soreness, aches and pains anew again, as though they were freshly inflicted. It was like his defences had gone down and he was feeling all of it...
Although part of him knew that... That was exactly what was happening. He was just too concerned with his work, and too priority and goal-minded to see that he was destroying his body. He was always too busy to notice.
So he wrote a few things down on the nearest blank slip of paper he had and tacked them on the desk. Shmi might notice them when she awoke seeing as they hadn't been there before.
Of course, considering he was so work-oriented, and overthought so much, it wasn't a shock that there was... Well... More then just a "few" notes in this case...
- Schedule chiropractor appointment for back, shoulder, neck. Alternately, study on how kolto effects inner aches, pains and discomforts.
- See dentist about chipped tooth. See about getting it filed or replaced as necessary.
- Reschedule hair appointment. Lower annual amount, save your credits since it grows too damn quickly anyway.
- Configure sleeping hours, potentially set an alarm for yourself if you end up working on HK all night again, to signal to go to bed.
- Pick up groceries for a house of two.
- Maintenance on the Dragon - And try not to laugh at the innuendo.
- Your Schii-Cho is rusty. Crash course yourself on Form I again when you get the chance.
- R4 and HK need maintenance. R4 still needs the video screen and fire extinguisher modifications that were removed from the R4 line, that the R2 and R3 models had. Use the R2 model for reference, in your ongoing modifications of R4. USE. A. TUTORIAL. (With the latter seeming like it was written fresher compared to the one after it, as though he had decided to write about the tutorial again on the one prior after writing on the one after).
- Still need to fix the static on HK's speech calibrator. Seriously, just look up a tutorial this time. Trial and error is fine, but at least consult something so you know what you're doing.
- You're overthinking again, aren't you?
With that last one being a bit tongue in cheek, the notes were left for him to analyze and remind himself using later, as he would take one last look toward Shmi, smile a bit, and then head off to get a shower. He was tempted to wake Shmi and joke that she could join him for a shower, since they'd both likely smell after last night... But he didn't really want to wake her, so perhaps another day he'd make that joke... Hell, if she was serious in her answer should it be affirmative, he'd actually take her up on it. He wasn't afraid to share a shower with Shmi after last night, he thought to himself with a light chuckle. But the shower would get out the smell of training, of sweat, and of course everything from what had occurred last night afterword. Not to mention bedhead. Seriously, he looked silly. He looked like... What were those... Chocobos? Those fictional birds? Yes, the chocobos. They were cute, but he wasn't sure if he wanted his head looking like one. But that's what his hair resembled right now, and he was happy to go fix that so Shmi didn't start choking from laughter.
Though it'd probably be inevitable if the time came she woke up before he did...
Peering out the window a moment, he would have to adjust his eyes to Naboo's sun's bright rays. He could get used to this, really. It sure beat being in the dark all the time, on some dark and dank planet... Or just in his ship where he didn't look out the window much since usually all he saw was the emptiness of hyperspace.
Workaholic problems. Again times 2.
After a long shower, he would sneak back into the bedroom dressed in a towel and dress into fresh clothes, throwing his robes and the casual clothing he wore under them into the hamper to deal with later. If Shmi wasn't awake at this point, he would head downstairs to make breakfast for them both, since he figured she'd probably be up soon after, if she wasn't by now.
Of course, she could have woken up prior and he just hadn't seen her yet. He hadn't checked the bed this time.
All he knew was all of a sudden, he was damn hungry. Hunger was another thing he tended to ignore in favour of his work, but now that he pushed his work out of his mind and onto sticky notes for later...
Well, all of a sudden he was noticing it. And man, was it big. Did he always let himself go hungry this long?
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