Room 213

[auroryborealis]

Rory bit her lip as she adjusted one of the pins holding up her hair. She checked her reflection one more time, smoothing her hands down over her dress and started putting in the weetiny star earrings that she'd bought the other day.

[Here specifically for the omgjustafriend-datey-person, but she's here for pre-prom twitching and snark and so on

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[emo_padawan]

A Jedi didn't know fear or pre-date jitters.

Or so Anakin kept telling himself as he walked down from the fourth floor, corsage for Rory in his hand.

He took a deep breath, then knocked on the door instead of just letting himself in.

[auroryborealis]

"Hang on," Rory called, slipping on her shoes. She wandered over to the door, a bit nervous herself, and opened it.

And stared.

[emo_padawan]

Anakin was doing a pretty darn impressive imitation of someone who'd just been hit by a transport.

"...wow," he finally managed.

[auroryborealis]

Rory remembered to shut her mouth, and cleared her throat.

"Hi," she managed, flushing a bit.