33 Apocalypse Avenue [morning]

Anakin hadn't been about to subject Rory to prom, but he'd stuck close to the island just in case the decorations had decided to come alive during the dance or something.

What? It was Fandom. That wasn't outside the realm of possibility.

He was up in his room, packing hastily and hoping to get up to Connecticut by noon.

( Someone small had other ideas. )

[OOC: Preplayed with the always wonderful auroryborelais and wee_skycrawlers.]

33 Apocalypse Avenue [evening]

There had been playtime, and naptime, and dinnertime, and bath time.

And now it was bedtime.

...or at least Anakin thought so. Juliet, it seemed, had other plans.