Office hours [all day]

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Anakin was hoping to get through the day without being screamed at this week (hopeless optimist that he was).

He got as far as sitting behind his desk before ice and water poured from the ceiling onto him, drenching him completely and, worse, ruining his cup of coffee.

"There is not a single person on this planet I don't hate right now," he told the room at large, scowling.

The office door was open. Watch out for the squelchy Jedi.

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"Try the galaxy," an equally-wet Atton called from the doorway. "Ugh."

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"It got in my coffee."

Clearly there was no greater sin.

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"They got me in front of my class," Atton bitched back. "That's worse."

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Anakin burst out laughing because he was an asshole. "Really?"

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Atton reached out in the Force and tipped over Anakin's cup of now-cold coffee.

Grown-up ex-dark siders, everyone.

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"I hate you so much right now," Anakin told him.

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"You hated me anyway," Atton replied. "The feeling's mutual, your Majesty."

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"Great," Anakin said, standing up and ringing out his tunic. "Sit down, then."

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Atton rolled his eyes and sank down in a seat. "Hi."

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"How'd your class go?" Anakin asked, reaching for his spare robe to use as a towel for his hair. "Other than the downpour."

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Atton tugged on the hem of his tunic in an attempt to draw out even more water. "Fine," he said. "Sent them off into the sim, they seem to be doing all right. Considering."

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"The sim hasn't shorted out, right?" Anakin checked a little nervously.

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Atton eyed him. "My sim," he said.

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"When did you get a sim?" Anakin asked.

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"Couple days ago when I went and programmed one," Atton threw back.

It'd been the only time he'd left the house for reasons to do with-- well, Meetra's death, which he still hadn't told anyone but Anakin about, and yeah, he was aware of how messed up that was.

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"Instead of sleeping?" Anakin guessed.

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"I've been sleeping so much lately, I figured I could do twenty-four hours without," Atton said.

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"And then you took a long nap?" Anakin offered hopefully.

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"Yep," Atton said. (But a long nap from him these days was about as healthy as twenty-four hours without sleep was.) "Nothing better to do around here besides sleep and get drunk."

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"We could spar?" Anakin suggested because yeah, not healthy there, Atton.

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"I could use some brushing up on my lightsaber techniques," Atton said, because if he knew healthy he wouldn't be here, he'd be tracking down a friend to talk about stuff.

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Much better to just smack another guy with a giant glowing phallic symbol, then. "Do you have any technique?" Anakin teased.

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Somewhere in a part of his brain he didn't want to deal with, Atton liked to think at the very least Sparkle cared that he was being an idiot about this.

But whatever.

"I know a couple," he shot back. "Soresu, Makashi, that kind of thing."

Also he knew Echani techniques, but since those weren't strictly Force combat techniques-- he'd let Anakin find out.

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Anakin's smile turned a little sharp. "My Master was an expert at Soresu. I prefer mostly Shien."

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"I like whatever leaves my opponent a pile of limbs on the floor," Atton said, "But hey, to each their own."

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"Well, so do I," Anakin said. "It's why I made up my own."

Because of course he did.

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Atton pulled a face. "Has anyone ever told you you're an arrogant, pretentious ass?"

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"Once or twice," Anakin said. "I figured they were just jealous of my skill."

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"Arrogant, pretentious ass," Atton repeated, "And look, that there? Proof."

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Anakin shrugged. "Jealous."

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"I'm going to kick you where it hurts the most," Atton decided meditatively.

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"You and which droid army?" Anakin replied. Maturely.

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Atton pulled another face. "No one in the right mind would rely on droids for an army."

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"Ooops. Spoilers?" Anakin said.

Rory was a terrible influence.

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"Ugh," Atton said, shaking his head. "Don't they know? Droids! They break! In the head! It's a disaster waiting to happen!"

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"Well, yeah," Anakin said, "but they weren't on my side, so I wasn't going to mention it."

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"You're lucky I already tipped over your coffee," Atton said.

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"There's no such thing as --" the rest was drowned out in appalled, wet, sputtering as more water poured from the ceiling.

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Atton cackled.

Loudly.

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"I. Hate. Everything. Every. Thing."

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"I'll see you tomorrow," Atton said, getting up.

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Anakin waved a sodden hand at him. "Hope you get hit three times on the way home."