Anakin was wiped out. The feeling of foreboding he'd had for the last few days hadn't gone away and was not being helped at all by adding a hangover and a hefty dose of portal-lag into the mix.

Nothing was going to keep him from the wedding, though. He let himself into the room and wondered if he'd be able to catch a nap before the rehearsal.

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Anakin was on the couch.

Sulking.

And tossing his long blond hair over his shoulders.

And sulking some more.

Like his week hadn't been weird enough--now he'd developed boobs and an interest in watching reruns of Doctor Phil's advice program.

Life sucked.

[OOC: Come on. Like I could pass up the opportunity to use this icon again.]

A very small boy with a bucket over his head--thanks for that, Friday's toy chest--toddled down the hallway and made his way down the stairs.

Bounce-bounce-bounce.

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