Office hours [all day]

[sith_happened]

Anakin, as usual, was in his office.

Today he was sitting on his floor practicing his meditation skills.

It only looked like napping. Really.

The door was open and soft Alderaanian music was coming from his ridiculously tricked out stereo.

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"I'm trying to avoid all manner of trauma," Anakin said firmly, "and Santa is a threat to be eliminated."

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"And if it makes kids cry?"

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"I have a little more discretion than that," Anakin vowed.

All evidence to the contrary should be ignored, clearly.

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"Oh, please. It's you," she said. "Discreet is not an acceptable description."

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"It could be," Anakin insisted. "I just have never really be interested in it."

[solo_sword]

Jaina shook her head. "Not buying it."

When did messing with Anakin improve her mood? How did this happen?

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He scowled. "Wait until December."

[solo_sword]

"Oh, I'll be waiting," she said. "And probably mocking."

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"See if you get a present from me, then," Anakin groused.

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"I still don't celebrate it, that won't be a problem," she said with a smile.

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"Then I'll skip your next birthday," he declared.

[solo_sword]

She could go at this all day. "I'm not sure when it is anyway. Sometime Novemberish."

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"Maybe I'll just never buy you a present again," Anakin said.

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"Being proved right would be all the present I'd ever need," she assured him.

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"Well that's just not going to happen," he deadpanned.

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"Wait till December," she repeated.

[sith_happened]

"Go away now," he said, eyes sparkling.