Luke finally had a chance to catch his breath -- evacuating bases was always a little busy -- and spun around in his office chair (the door was closed so the rest of the Rogues couldn't see him acting like a kid) before firing up his datapad for the first time in a couple of days.

He typed out a quick message.

( Written transmission, yay! )

Not that he hadn't appreciated the effort, because he had, but Luke had to admit that his first joint birthday party with Leia had been a bit of an experience.

And not just because someone had left Janson unsupervised with the food. In his worst kitchen experiments with Gavin, Luke had never managed to turn something that shade of purple ( Read more... )

Luke was putting the last of his belongings into bags and boxes and trying not to be too upset about leaving Fandom forever tomorrow morning ( Read more... )

After spending three days being electrocuted (annoying) and getting a wall dropped on him (more annoying), Luke had wanted nothing more than to go home.

So after whining at convincing Katara to let him out of the clinic, he was now sprawled carefully on his bed, trying not to lay on anything that was too bruised (lost cause) and trying to convince ( Read more... )

After an interesting conversation with his father early in the morning, Luke had gone for a long run ( Read more... )

It had been a long, long, long few days.

After getting Anakin back home--he'd absolutely refused to stay near "that cot or that damn Jedi one second longer"--Luke finally returned to his room, closed the door softly, then turned out all the lights, curled up in a tight little ball on his bed and burst into tears.

[OOC: Mostly establishy, and ( Read more... )

Luke was lounging awesomely on his bed--still shirtless--with the door open as he named all of the girls in the pictures on the wall.

With the exception of Dawn, he had all of their names wrong.

Manly, the World's Most Awesome Stud (did you wake up with two hot chicks yesterday? Did you? No. He didn't think you had.), strutted down the hallway shirtless.

Not because he couldn't find his shirt, mind (although he couldn't), but because you should be so lucky to see his awesome body. Because it was awesome ( Read more... )

Luke was in his room, sleeves up--the gash on his arm was fading rapidly--surrounded by his tool kit and fiddling with Artoo. If it stopped him from dwelling on other things, well, bonus ( Read more... )

After his workshop with Mr. Winchester, Luke came back to his room to convince Artoo that Leia had gone home.

Artoo, still in the closet, remained unconvinced.

"I wouldn't lie to you about this," Luke told the door, rolling his eyes. "She came, she saw him, she had ice cream, she went home. Really ( Read more... )