[ The barrier just seems to pop. Vanishing as though it had never been there to begin with. Obi-Wan is distracted enough by this strange sensation that he doesn't roll his eyes the way he normally would at such a departure by his former Padawan.
Stepping into Anakin's quarters, the first thing that hits him is the warmth. Not a literal warmth — but something baked into the very ambience of the area. Obi-Wan loiters in the middle of the foyer instead of following Anakin along immediately to the kitchen, letting his gaze rove, trying to figure out what the sensation could possibly be. Nothing lying around is inherently personal to his friend, they've been too much on the move to really pick anything up, but the space feels lived in in a way his own suite does not.
He takes a deep breath and smells clean linen and luxury soap; sun-warm skin and oiled durasteel; and something appetizing he can't quite place. It makes his mouth water. Inhaling again, he lets it lure him through the apartment. ]
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Stepping into Anakin's quarters, the first thing that hits him is the warmth. Not a literal warmth — but something baked into the very ambience of the area. Obi-Wan loiters in the middle of the foyer instead of following Anakin along immediately to the kitchen, letting his gaze rove, trying to figure out what the sensation could possibly be. Nothing lying around is inherently personal to his friend, they've been too much on the move to really pick anything up, but the space feels lived in in a way his own suite does not.
He takes a deep breath and smells clean linen and luxury soap; sun-warm skin and oiled durasteel; and something appetizing he can't quite place. It makes his mouth water. Inhaling again, he lets it lure him through the apartment. ]
It smells good in here. Did you cook breakfast?