Office hours [all day]
Anakin opened his office door.
And stared.
Someone had redecorated.
Anakin stomped around the office examining streamers on the ceiling and paint on the wall, then the glitter-bestrewned Farrah Fawcett poster, and finally flounced over to sit in his chair.
With its pink boa.
He waved a hand and started up his little galaxy of stars, then picked up a pen that had been decorated with feathers--all of his pens had been decorated with feathers, what the hell?--and hoped no one visited today.
Though that didn't seem very likely.
[OOC: Door's closed, post is open!]
I Am What I Am - John Barrowman
And stared.
Someone had redecorated.
Anakin stomped around the office examining streamers on the ceiling and paint on the wall, then the glitter-bestrewned Farrah Fawcett poster, and finally flounced over to sit in his chair.
With its pink boa.
He waved a hand and started up his little galaxy of stars, then picked up a pen that had been decorated with feathers--all of his pens had been decorated with feathers, what the hell?--and hoped no one visited today.
Though that didn't seem very likely.
[OOC: Door's closed, post is open!]
I Am What I Am - John Barrowman