Super Lumpy Bed, Fandom Clinic [Sunday morning]

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Anakin woke up with a groan. It took him a good few minutes to even open his eyes, and he regretting it almost immediately once he did: the lights gave him a pounding migraine. Rory called for the clinic staff, and they gave him a brief rundown of what had happened (he was suddenly and intensely grateful for not being treated with a Fisher Price plastic doctor's kit) and how he'd once again been used like a battery to abet the Toymaker's schemes.

Jedi didn't hate but Anakin was prepared to make an exception for this guy.

When Rory and the kids had gotten enough hugs and reassurances that he'd be okay and had headed back home to leave him to rest up, he grabbed his comm and sent an island-wide email:

Not as dead as rumored. Classes will proceed as normal next week. -A. Skywalker

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"Dabs?" Anakin repeated.

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"You know, when you want to be the one to do something, you call dabs on it," she explained.

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"Oh, right, of course."

And now there were two of them saying it wrong.

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Just as it should be!

"I should let you get some rest, before Rory somehow yells at me."

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"She just went home with the kids, so she doesn't know you called," Anakin said with a smile. "You're safe."