Room 216 [Sunday evening]

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Tiny action figure!Anakin had been clamped to a droid blanket for most of the weekend and generally treated with the kind of gentle comfort only an infant made of steel could bestow upon him.

Which was why, when he finally reverted back to his six-foot plus self with a "pop!" and a series of truly impressive Huttese curses in the middle of Qui-Gon's floor, Anakin was also covered in bruises.

"Stupid Fandom," he grumbled before looking around a little frantically to see if he was alone.

There was no way he was that lucky.

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"Yes, we got that part, didn't we, Jenan?" Qui-Gon asked the droid baby who was calming down a little with Qui-Gon's soothing. "You were his favourite toy. Like a stuffed wookiee."

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"What every Jedi Master dreams of becoming," Anakin said, rolling his eyes to cover his embarrassment as he scurried walked to the door.

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"We never know what path the Force has for us," Qui-Gon said, smiling. "Perhaps it's your destiny to be a cute toy."

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Anakin made a face. "I already was a toy," he said. "I came as part of a set. You could buy me in stores. It was creepy."

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"Really?" Qui-Gon asked. "You wouldn't happen to have one would you?"

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Anakin gave him a look. "No."

He swept towards the door. "I'll see you in class."

If it sounded a bit more like a threat than it should, well, Anakin.