Paintball, like RISK (and knitting and cooking, and anything else Anakin ever attempted in his life) was Serious Business ( Read more... )

Anakin, wearing jeans and a button-down shirt, sat across from Rory in the oldest coffee shop in Italy and fought back an attack of the giggles as he stared down at the video feed Artoo had sent him.

"You have to see this," he finally choked out. "Luke turned into a pony."

Not that teaching a bunch of tiny people to fly hadn't been a blast--and it had, he hadn't smiled that much in a long time--but now things were as normal as they could be when he'd almost been hit with falling pastry walking to work ( Read more... )

Anakin was in his office with his shirt off and a bucket of white paint in his hand as he attempted--yet again--to get the glitter off of the walls ( Read more... )