Office hours [all day]

[sith_happened]

Anakin arrived a little late to work today: traffic coming through town had been a mess, and he'd almost had to start fights with three different little old ladies aggravating shoppers.

He put down his bag of decorations--lights and tinsel (stupid tinsel), bows and greenery--and began decorating his office.

And then taking pictures to send to Rory's phone. He had a promise to keep, after all.

The door was open. Holiday music was definitely not playing.

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[sith_happened]

Anakin let the tinsel drop.

"When it is, then," he said easily. "How's your blocking coming along?"

[intraspective]

That got a strangled laugh as she tugged the tinsel off her face.

"A bit better, I think," Ino said. "I've been kinda distracted lately."

[sith_happened]

"With what?" asked the poster child for unhealthy focus.

[intraspective]

"A project I promised I'd look into for Reno. His home has a real issue with their transportation being able to get enough food and supplies out to people. And my world has a way to get a whole lot of stuff, like food and supplies, into scrolls no bigger than my hand. A few weeks ago I got the theory on it, so I've been spending a lot of time focused on learning it instead of other things."

[sith_happened]

"A noble goal," Anakin agreed, "but learn to multitask."

No wonder he was such a hugely popular teacher. Really.

[intraspective]

"I'm good at multi-tasking!" she said indignantly. "I've also got my medical studies, three jobs, three classes, physical training, and practising my mental walls, on top of that project. I'm doing my best!"

Moderation was not Ino's friend.

[sith_happened]

"Work harder," Anakin said firmly.

Very helpful, that Anakin.

[intraspective]

It was really stupid, though, how that actually made her feel better.

"I will," Ino promised.