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

Anakin was in his office, humming quietly under his breath.

He had no idea why.

The door was open.

Anakin was going to wear a path across his floor if he kept up his pacing.

And the sun wasn't going to set any faster, no matter how many times he checked out the window.

...why yes, Anakin was taking the news on the radio as a personal insult.

His friendship alpha-male off rivalry thing with Angel had always been...complicated. And his hatred for Angelus had never really gone away. Angelus'd nearly killed Rory, after all. Anakin wasn't the kind to just let that sort of thing go.

You know, ever.

So pacing. He figured it was a step up from lifting every rock on the island to figure out which one Angelus had slithered under.

The door was open.

Anakin was putting together a list of potential gifts for Rory.

But that would hardly do wonders for his reputation as a badass. If anyone came in, he'd look like he was rereading the notes he'd made on last week's Ethics assignment as drum-intensive music from Endor played in the background.

The door was open.

Get Together - Indigo Girls

Anakin was in his office listening to the Beatles and staring into space doofily.

He'd tell you he was practicing new meditation techniques.

He'd be a great big liar.

The door was open.

Wherever You Will Go - The Calling

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