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[sith_happened]

Anakin decided that when Luke hadn't contacted him on Sunday for his birthday dinner that Rory had told him everything.

The wall of I'm Fine, Really that Luke was throwing up through the Force was almost as painful as Rory's numbness.

But Anakin was a teacher, dammit, and his personal issues were just that.

So if anyone was looking to stop by the door was open as Anakin stared at a beautiful jewel of a planet as it hovered in the middle of his office.

[ooc: open, though I work all day so sp is love.]

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[sith_happened]

"I prefer to leave hitting to other instructors," Anakin said. "The apprentice braid that young Qui-Gon has in class? I had one for years. I believe I'm this tall because my master yanked on it so much to get my attention."

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"Were you that easily distracted by shiny things as a child, or was it part of the contrary nature?" Anemone giggled. "I always got the 'Anemone, you have until the count of three. Then you won't get an option' speech, which quickly followed by promised reprisal. I wish I had a braid to be yanked instead. I wouldn't mind being taller."

[sith_happened]

"I didn't get the count," Anakin said. "I got a Look, instead."

He smiled. "Obi-Wan had that down to a science."