Anakin's office, Saturday morning
Apr. 11th, 2015 01:16 pmYou know, most days, Atton prided himself on not being the walking, flouncing, cloak-dropping pile of melodrama that Anakin Skywalker was. He really did. If you were going to be a Jedi, at least you could try and keep the pompous grandstanding and the hissy fits out of your daily routine, right? Right.
Of course, there were always situations that required a different approach.
Like situations that started with him being kicked out of bed by a broody 11-year-old at seven in the morning.
That? That warranted a certain level of melodrama. Specifically, the level of melodrama he was about to display right about... now.
He kicked Skywalker's door in.
He was wearing his nice durasteel-tipped boots.
( It goes about as well as you'd expect. )
Of course, there were always situations that required a different approach.
Like situations that started with him being kicked out of bed by a broody 11-year-old at seven in the morning.
That? That warranted a certain level of melodrama. Specifically, the level of melodrama he was about to display right about... now.
He kicked Skywalker's door in.
He was wearing his nice durasteel-tipped boots.
( It goes about as well as you'd expect. )