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

Anakin wasn't exactly asleep--he didn't sleep much these days--but his attention wasn't on the research he was doing into the Seven Deadly Sins, either.

...okay, he was watching the movie with Brad Pitt in it. Don't judge.

[OOC: For a phone call...]

Waitin' on a Sunny Day - Bruce Springsteen

He wasn't even sure if she was going to be coming, but Anakin was back at the shuttle at their normal time.

You know, just in case.

He had his robe folded neatly on the ramp and had popped one of the control panels open and was keeping his hands busy as his ears listened for approaching footsteps.

Desperado - Johnny Cash

Anakin was in his office with his shirt off and a bucket of white paint in his hand as he attempted--yet again--to get the glitter off of the walls.

You'd think the alien attack that had killed most of his furniture would have budged some of the damn stuff.

You would be wrong.

The door was open if you were interested in learning interesting Huttese curses.

Not that he thought Lucas might be right--at all--but it never hurt to give the shuttle a complete inspection every week.

And a new coat of wax.

Though the "crooning to it" part he was engaged in at the moment was strictly optional.

And frankly, pretty dorky.

[OOC: For the omgjustafriend, plz.]

Anakin hadn't really moved from the spot where he'd been sitting for the last two days, except to pull out his comlink after his children had left to stare at it for a good two hours, debating whether to call or not.

As the minutes ticked by, Anakin finally picked up the comlink one final time and called Rory.

[OOC: For Rory, plz. Conversation NFB, people involved totally up for grabs.]

Anakin was inside the shuttle pulling the hyperdrive completely apart. Nothing would be beeping at inappropriate times on this trip out, dammit.

[OOC: For the omgjustafriend, rly, please. SP for great justice and UST.]

Blackbird - The Beatles

Anakin had a lot to think about.

Which was why Anakin had spent the better part of the morning surrounded by various important bits of the shuttle--he thought better when his hands were busy.

"Thought" and "allowed himself to be distracted" being interchangeable in this instance, of course.

By the time the afternoon rolled around, his robe was piled in a corner, his shirt was off, and he was spattered with engine oil. But he'd stopped obsessing about his meeting with his granddaughter.

...okay, not really.

[OOC: For the lovely Ms. Gilmore, please.]