Anakin's voice had dropped into the tone he used just for her. "Because you're taking a nap," he said quietly, "and traditionally that happens with your eyes closed."
Anakin smiled. "Once upon a time there was a beautiful and brilliant princess named Lorelai who lived in the far off kingdom of Connecticut," he began.
"I figured you might," Anakin replied. "She was a bit of a bookworm and had to live with three, um, crazy roommates: a shrill girl who did crafts at three o'clock in the morning, a hyperactive but adorable flying puppy, and a naked guy."
He paused. "No one liked the naked guy very much."
"Not in my story he's not," Anakin insisted stubbornly. "Anyway, in the far off kingdom of Fandom, there was going to be a ball because there was a stubborn old, um, knight there and the people of his kingdom were tired of him moping around for no good reason."
Anakin smiled to see her smile. "So Princess Lorelai figured that she might as well go--not necessarily to see him, of course--and she found a beautiful dress, but she couldn't find shoes."
"It was terrible, and Princess Lorelai was thinking of not going at all, even though her harpie of a roommate called her a drama queen for it." Anakin grinned. "But then a good fairy named...Aeryn...came with a pair of shoes, said 'don't ask, just wear them,' glared and then disappeared again."
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"Hi, you," he said softly. "You look comfortable."
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He paused. "No one liked the naked guy very much."
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