Office hours [all day]

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Anakin was hoping to get through the day without being screamed at this week (hopeless optimist that he was

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"Try the galaxy," an equally-wet Atton called from the doorway. "Ugh."

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"It got in my coffee."

Clearly there was no greater sin.

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"They got me in front of my class," Atton bitched back. "That's worse."

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Anakin burst out laughing because he was an asshole. "Really?"

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Atton reached out in the Force and tipped over Anakin's cup of now-cold coffee.

Grown-up ex-dark siders, everyone.

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"I hate you so much right now," Anakin told him.

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"You hated me anyway," Atton replied. "The feeling's mutual, your Majesty."

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"Great," Anakin said, standing up and ringing out his tunic. "Sit down, then."

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Atton rolled his eyes and sank down in a seat. "Hi."

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"How'd your class go?" Anakin asked, reaching for his spare robe to use as a towel for his hair. "Other than the downpour."

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Atton tugged on the hem of his tunic in an attempt to draw out even more water. "Fine," he said. "Sent them off into the sim, they seem to be doing all right. Considering."

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"The sim hasn't shorted out, right?" Anakin checked a little nervously.

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Atton eyed him. "My sim," he said.

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"When did you get a sim?" Anakin asked.

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"Couple days ago when I went and programmed one," Atton threw back.

It'd been the only time he'd left the house for reasons to do with-- well, Meetra's death, which he still hadn't told anyone but Anakin about, and yeah, he was aware of how messed up that was.

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"Instead of sleeping?" Anakin guessed.