Like Anakin had really needed another reason to hate August. He hadn't done much more than stare into space since the call from Jaina had ended yesterday--even making baby toys for little Ben had lost its appeal ( Read more... )

Anakin's door was wide open as bright, cheerful music spilled out into the hallway.

He wandered around his office, adding a new picture frame to his desk and grinning to himself every time he looked over at it.

If you knew him at all, you might fear for his sanity.

He had his reasons.

[OOC: Open for visitors and phone calls!]


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On their last day in Paris together, Anakin had woken up early.

Early-ish.

...before Rory, in any event...and went off in search of breakfast.

He returned an hour and a half later with coffee and croissants in a bag, and a small box in his pocket, wondering a bit about what he had been thinking going into that last store.

(  Rory'd gotten up and showered and dressed, and was now putting her hair up. )

Anakin was in his office forming glitter solar systems.

It only looked like he was bored.

He'd tell you he was practicing Very Important Jedi Things.

He'd be full of it.


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Anakin decided that when Luke hadn't contacted him on Sunday for his birthday dinner that Rory had told him everything ( Read more... )

After coming back from settling some details with Zoe about Hamlet, Anakin should have been preparing for his flight out with Rory.

Instead he was sitting on the shuttle ramp and staring off into nothingness, lost in his own thoughts.

[SP for great justice, huzzah!]


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