[The tile is warm under his feet and as he goes Anakin reaches with his empty hand to rub at a cramp on the base of his spine. Maybe he really isn't used to the idea of rest if he can't even sleep right. Anakin snorts a laugh beneath his breath and sets his mug aside as he takes on a new task- finding a cup for Obi-Wan. The lack of earlier answer has done apparently nothing to dissuade him.
But at the question Anakin lifts his face towards the air and gives a few experimental sniffs. His bar for 'delicious food' is a little lower than Obi-Wan's own, and that's why it's puzzling that he isn't smelling whatever Obi-Wan is. Steaming liquid pours from the mouth of the carafe and Anakin lifts one shoulder, shrugs.] Just the caf.
[His eyes flick up in Obi-Wan's direction, guided by a sense of him as familiar as his own hands.] What's got you in such a- [Another small gesture, wiggling fingers as he sets the carafe back down] state.
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But at the question Anakin lifts his face towards the air and gives a few experimental sniffs. His bar for 'delicious food' is a little lower than Obi-Wan's own, and that's why it's puzzling that he isn't smelling whatever Obi-Wan is. Steaming liquid pours from the mouth of the carafe and Anakin lifts one shoulder, shrugs.] Just the caf.
[His eyes flick up in Obi-Wan's direction, guided by a sense of him as familiar as his own hands.] What's got you in such a- [Another small gesture, wiggling fingers as he sets the carafe back down] state.