"I can't believe they let you teach."

Anakin made it all the way to his office with a straight face, closed the door carefully and then had what could only be described as a giggle fit (not that he would call it that).

His grandson had gotten a tattoo. A tattoo. A really, really generic tattoo. After getting his laughter under control, Anakin opened the door to his office again.

The look on Ben's face. Don't mind the random bursts of laughter coming from down the hall. It's perfectly normal.

[OOC: Open!]

After a bruising lightsaber workout with Ben (for both of them. Ben was getting quite handy with the weapon, not that Anakin would ever tell him so), Anakin stomped into his office, keeping the room dark.

Padmé's birthday had been yesterday, an anniversary that was always going to be an open, never-healing wound, and Anakin was still feeling quite sorry for himself trying to process the emotions the date always brought up.

And that was before he touched on what he felt about Leia and Christian going on a date.

The door was open, but it was a cranky Jedi in office hours today.

After his normal spar with Ben, Anakin made his way to his office today and began poking around on websites for wedding gifts for Leia.

He wondered if Aeryn would let him ship the sentient toaster to a galaxy far, far away...

The door was open.

The baby wouldn't sleep last night. They put her in her crib and she screamed. They held her and she screamed. They rocked her and she screamed.

They cursed under their breath in a variety of languages and she continued to scream.

So that was why Anakin was in his office with his hood up over his head. Meditating.

With snoring.

The door was open.

[OOC: Method RP? Me? Yes.]

After his sparring session with Ben, Anakin unlocked the door to his office and began poking around online for ideas of how advanced Juliet should be at things.

Five minutes later, he was involved in a flamewar on a parenting website.

"Remove head from ass, then parent," he chanted aloud as he typed.

The door was open.

After missing Ben in the gym--Anakin'd received an apologetic message a few minutes after he'd started walking to his office, something about oversleeping--Anakin had sat down in his chair.

...and promptly fallen asleep again.

The door was open, though.

Okay, so the rendition of "Everything You Can Do, I Can Better" with Ben had been...uncomfortable.

But Anakin had decided, very maturely, just not to talk at all for the rest of the day.

Yeah, that'd work.

Especially with the door open.

After sparring with Ben in the gym again, Anakin sat down behind his desk and closed his eyes.

He was meditating. Really. Three hours of a sleep a night was fine.

The baby was due any day now, which meant Anakin was a barely containable ball of stress. He was holding office hours so he didn't drive his wife completely insane, but his planned activity for the day seemed to be staring at his comlink and waiting for it to go off.

Neurotic, party of one, probably needed a distraction.

Week One: Podracing! (podracers)
Week Two: Don't Hit a Tree! (speeder bikes)
Week Three: Learn about G-Forces! (Earth-based fighter jets)
Week Four: Escape from Iago! (G9 Rigger freighter)
Week Five: Don't Crash into Coruscant! (slightly-on-fire capital ship)
Week Six: Make the Kessel Run! (Millennium Falcon!)
Week Seven: Blow up a Death Star! (X-Wings)

TA: John Sheppard because Anakin hates himself

Not surprisingly, there are many, many ways to get detention in Anakin's workshop, including but not limited to: messing around near the flight simulator (which was a gift from Obi-Wan years ago and so Anakin loves it more than he loves most people); being a general pain; being John Sheppard; and starting a fight (which guarantees a detention and probably something being Force-thrown).