The Fall Of The Fabulous Hair

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       Ahsoka stuck her fingers into her mouth, attempting to get blood to once again return to a warm state. Anakin, still shivering and wet from the snowy experience, slowly slid into the pilot seat, wincing as his frozen limbs aligned with the leather. Even  the tips of his fabulous hair was stiff and suspended. 

     My hair...it looks like a scarecrow electrocuted itself. His hands prodded his hair, his eyes holding back tears of sadness. 

What? You'd be quite surprised how much pride is put into the Chosen One's hair.

    "Anakin?" Obi Wan had an amusing tone to it, which only annoyed Anakin more. "I sense such disappointment despite the fact that this journey was meant to bring us all closer together." Anakin narrowed his eyes, curling his toes at the puddles that had formed inside the ruined boots stuck to his feet. He had to keep shifting from side to side due to the most stiffest part of his body having issues with thawing out. 

"We have a giant pile of snow junk--"

      Ahsoka gave a deep glare, and Anakin swore he could see her lekku curl in disapproval. He gave a big, fat smile, gritting his teeth as he tried refocusing attention to piloting. 

"...The snow in the back of a ship, and my hair feels like wood. Do you not see a reason not to be a bit irritated if something like this happened to you?"

   Obi Wan shook his head, enjoying the mockery and the easily perturbed former padawan. He has not changed. "Not exactly. But think of it--it will probably get you some admiration from a certain someone." The ship became silent, and nothing but the ominous dripping could be heard from the background. 

Anakin scoffed. "Well...anyway, we probably should continue this...'Christmas Shopping', shouldn't we."

It was a very awkward moment indeed. 

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