After teaching
flight, Anakin had headed out to the junkyard. He'd discovered a wreck of a motorcycle and had spent the next few hours getting happily covered in dirt and grease as he worked on converting it into a swoop bike.
It wasn't close to being completed, but he'd get it done in time for next week's class.
Rory had said she wanted to talk to him, so he left the door to his room slightly propped open as he headed into the shower.
[OOC: for the OMGJUSTAFRIEND, please. Oh, and now NWS, whoops]