Anakin's room [way late, NFB]

[sith_happened]

After nightly meditations and fighting with Vladdie to get off the ceiling, Anakin slid into a pair of sleep pants, flopped onto his bed and dialed a number so familiar his fingers had worn away the paint on the number buttons.

That sort of thing happened when you called once (or twice, or three times) a day.

[OOC: For the one in Connecticut]

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[auroryborealis]

"How do you know when I'm awake?" Rory wondered by way of greeting.

[sith_happened]

Anakin smiled. "I could pretend it's a Jedi thing," he said, "but I just get lucky."

[auroryborealis]

She stretched out on her bed, smiling. "What're you up to?"

[sith_happened]

"Nothing all that interesting," he admitted. "I just finished playing 'don't mess with the meditating Jedi' with a hyperactive puppy for an hour. My hair's all messy now."