Room 213 [evening]
Rory was going on day three of sitting in her room, though she at least was acknowledging her company in the room. Sitting with her back to the bed, she'd set Yoda just behind her head and was tossing a small ball for Vladdie to chase.
She absently kept this up for...well, she wasn't even sure how long. Her thoughts were too many and too big for her to deal with.
"So if he's mine and Anakin's," she mused, ostensibly addressing Yoda but more talking to herself, "then why couldn't I keep him? What happens to me?"
The answers to that question were more terrifying than she could have imagined.
That would be why she was concentrating on the puppy and the game of fetch.
[Open to anyone who feels like dealing with her like this, omg. That she's worried is good for broadcast; what about, no.]
She absently kept this up for...well, she wasn't even sure how long. Her thoughts were too many and too big for her to deal with.
"So if he's mine and Anakin's," she mused, ostensibly addressing Yoda but more talking to herself, "then why couldn't I keep him? What happens to me?"
The answers to that question were more terrifying than she could have imagined.
That would be why she was concentrating on the puppy and the game of fetch.
[Open to anyone who feels like dealing with her like this, omg. That she's worried is good for broadcast; what about, no.]