dear_mun | mun can't stop making bad jokes.

Just sometimes?

"Sometimes" would be alright. She's just as much responsible for making them as I am, after all. And they're not bad jokes.

[grin] You thought "lukeoutbelow" was good, remember?

It was a good one! Have you something to say about my sense of humor as well? [He's barely hiding a smile at this point.] Let's hear it.

Just that you still think "lukeoutbelow" is good. For that I'll... um...

I'll climb this random tree I always wanted to climb a tree! and not fall, but be really predictable anyway.

[Luke you don't know how to climb a tree.] I'm a fast learner.

You're going to climb a tree to demonstrate how bad my sense of humor is?

[He squints and watches him, but he's also prepared to catch him. Juuust in case.]

Maybe.

[Scrabble. Rustle. Creak.]

I am not going to fall. I climb rocks back home all the time. This is practically a ladder.

[He's only about a meter or so above Obi-Wan's head when he sits, making one of the branches bounce a little.] Oh look at this... Hey Obi-Wan.

Rocks are a lot different than trees. They're made of different things and are completely different textures-- [Then, without even missing a beat.] Don't move around so much, or you'll fall!

[He takes a breath.] What is it?

I'm not going to fall. You sound like my aunt!

It's this. Here, catch. [Luke leans precariously out, holding on with one hand, and lobs something. It's a long-abandoned bird's nest made of woven twigs and fluff.] Aaw, man, I forgot to say - aaagh!

[that would be Luke slipping and awkwardly hanging by one arm and a crooked leg.]

I didn't fall.

I just don't want you to get hurt. [You're the only hope for the galaxy, you know! How would he explain that? "Oops, the Empire is going to keep ruling the galaxy because I let Luke fall out of a tree." Besides, what would an eccentric uncle do without his awesome nephew?]

What-- Luke! [And then begins a hurried and somewhat wild attempt to not only catch the thing Luke threw at him but catch the boy himself. Only he didn't fall. He's standing under Luke with the nest balanced on an elbow and his arms held out expectantly... and then his expression turns to one of distinct 'not amused'.He is relieved, though.]

Didn't I just tell you to be careful? Get down from there, will you? And preferably by not falling on me.

It's not far enough to get hurt. Three meters. I go that far with rock all the time. And I didn't fall. [There's some rapid distance checking going on here, if he dangled a little his feet would be at Obi-Wan's eye level... and then there is a look of gleeful malice.]

Hey, Obi-Wan. [Luke shifts carefully, getting more or less level and tensing. He'd take off his shoes, but those are fairly soft anyway, suitable for sand.] Luke out below.

[And that would be a thirteen-year old letting himself drop out of a tree, grinning like a maniac, with full intent to dodge Obi-Wan and land easily enough on bent legs. He falls a little more slowly than might be expected - Skywalker. It doesn't just signify 'pilot'.]

You're right, it is a good one!

And what if, by some freak accident, you did get hurt? You get over-confident and--

[He stops mid-sentence and his fixed stare on Luke becomes even more fixed, and suspicious, and ready-to-lecture. But before he can open his mouth and try, Luke blurts out that pun he was so fond of and drops out of the tree. Obi-Wan still attempts to catch him, only to be promptly dodged, which in turn ends in him landing stomach-first on the ground with his arms still outstretched. That nest practically jumps of its own accord from the force of landing and plops on his head, as if a makeshift hat.

With pursed lips, Obi-Wan blows out a breath of air and makes a face.]

I feel as if I should have seen that coming. Are you pleased with yourself now? Done trying to give me heart attacks?

[He laughs and tries to take Obi-Wan's hands to help him up.]

Very pleased, and I can't promise anything at all. That's a good look for you.

Why're you worried about heart attacks anyway? You're not old! Too much food, not enough running around?

[Obi-Wan shoots Luke a crooked grin when he comes around to help him, obviously not that bent out of shape.]

You think? I hear bird nests are all the rage in Coruscant this year.

[He climbs back to his feet, gingerly pulling the nest off his head. Really, he's just glad there was nothing in it. Not that he thought Luke would fling a nest that did have something in it at him.]

I can have a heart attack from being scared half to death. [Siiigh.] And if my master were here, I could imagine him making another remark that I worry too much. Or perhaps you'll make one in his stead. Regardless, I'm allowed to worry about you.

You'll be famous. Everyone will love you.

[Luke reaches up as if to pat Obi-Wan's cheek briskly, a frivolous gesture of reassurance, but though he makes the gesture he doesn't actually touch.]

Remind me never to tell you half the things I go do with my friends. Though, Biggs gets all protective too. Like we went out to the Pit of Carkoon once to see the sarlacc and Fixer wanted to see who'd take their speeder closest to its mouth, y'know, and Tank and Jaxson and all wanted to, and Biggs said not while I was riding shotgun. I said I'd get off and watch, but he wouldn't let me. They even said he was a coward and he just got all lofty.

Better not wear this in Coruscant, then. Fame is a thing I'd rather avoid. [Obi-Wan shudders. How he'd hate having attention on him all the time like that.

The gesture brings out a laugh, however.]

Well, Biggs sounds like an upstanding friend to me. Looking out for another person is hardly cowardly. And you should be careful, too. Hanging around with someone named 'Tank' makes me fairly concerned.

[He flashes a teasing grin.]

Plus whatever made it - it is made, right, not something the tree did? Though I guess then it would still be made... I mean an animal made it right? - whatever did that might follow you around.

His real name's Janek, but we call him Tank because he's, y'know, big. [Luke hunches his shoulders up absurdly to demonstrate.] They tried to give Biggs a nickname, but nothing stuck.

Oh, yes, animals make these. Bird sorts of creatures, most of the time, with the ones that you find in trees. You have a point though, Luke. I have enough things following me around to make a small army.

[Alright, so that's an overstatement, but sometimes it feels that way with all the things Qui-Gon picks up.]

See, that is still concerning to me. [He laughs a little.] And you? Do you have a nickname?

To sleep in, right? It looks like something a bird creature'd sleep in! ...I'd put it back, but I don't think you'll let me up the tree again.

[Nnnnh. Have an imploring look.]

...Yeah, but you have to promise not to use it because it's terrible. Okay? They call me Wormie. 'Cause I'm the little guy, and they don't think I'll ever do half the things I say I'll do.

mun can't stop making bad jokes.

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