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There is something very bizarre to Obi-Wan’s ability with precognition that Qui-Gon has yet to understand even though he has had his padawan for three years now with the boy becoming sixteen years old and reaching what Qui-Gon thinks to be the end of his growth spurt which still leaves him at Qui-Gon’s shoulder height.
Though he won’t tell Obi-Wan that as he knows the boy hopes for at least a little more height since almost all of his friends are taller than him.
But that is neither here nor there for his quirk.
Obi-Wan precognition and connection to the unifying (and cosmic) Force makes Qui-Gon’s dear, rule abiding padawan into a hoarder.
Whenever they were out or even in the temple, Obi-Wan would accumulate items into his pockets, different things, wires, lock picks, bobby pins, bolts, bits of dried plant that were edible or medicinal, homework, little metal pieces, styluses, droid parts and those were the normal things Obi-Wan collected. But then came the things that were not so normal like the poisonous dried frog Obi-Wan had in his pocket for over a month, a gem the size of Qui-Gon’s pinkie, Yoda dandruff and once even a pair of lacy panties in blue that had almost given Qui-Gon a heart attack when Obi-Wan at the age of fourteen pulled it out of his pocket.
The thing was that he couldn’t exactly deny Obi-Wan this habit because it was the urging of the Force and it was helping.
The things Obi-Wan picked up were utilized by him in some manner.
Yoda’s dandruff?
Traded to a collector of Jedi artifacts and items to get Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan safe passage.
The dried frog?
Used in a mission by throwing it into the drinking water of a crew of extremists so they all became ill and easy to bring in for Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon without setting anyone of the hostages the group had taken in danger.
The karking panties?
Apparently a fucking movie stars panties that Obi-Wan had been gifted and he used to trade to a pirate with a disturbing crush on said holostar. And Qui-Gon had required two drinks after those revelations before he had finally sat Obi-Wan down to have a serious conversation about appropriate gifts from those that they encountered and a more disturbing one about consensual touches and behavior that Qui-Gon wished he hadn’t needed to have.
Well at least Obi-Wan had understood the seriousness of the conversation.
But still Qui-Gon had minor breakdowns at the memory of Obi-Wan pulling a pair of lacy panties out of his belt, with comm number attached and signature attached to the fabric!
He was pretty sure those things were used.
Gross.
Well fair be him to judge someones personal kinks as long as it was all consensual but used knickers were not Qui-Gon’s cup of tea and certainly not to underage boys!
And yet he could not deny the usefulness of said pair of panties which made things a lot harder for him because how was he suppose to argue with Obi-Wan when it was the Force urging that he accept such things and store them away in his pockets for months on ends.
Every laundry day was a bitch and a half because he had to remind Obi-Wan to empty out all the pockets of his robes and the sewn in pockets in his tunics that contained items, the piles always growing for Obi-Wan could pick up something years in advance.
Like the frog.
He kept the frog for two years before he used it.
Just carrying around a dead frog on his body like some kind of morbid curiosity and the latest acquisition was an avian skull with fangs and Qui-Gon was dreading what that would be used for but at this point… he would just like to have a drink as he watched Obi-Wan steadily empty his pockets onto the coffee table to prepare for laundry day, an avian skull staring at him with empty sockets and bleached white bone. ‘…Maybe I’ll add something extra to my tea when Obi-Wan is not looki-is that a krayt dragon tooth?’ Qui-Gon stared.
Screw extra in the tea, Qui-Gon was chugging from the bottle at this point soon.