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

Anakin had held office hours yesterday, and met any number of annoying people. Okay, just Durron, but that had been enough.

The one he'd been most interested in seeing hadn't deigned to show up.

So here he was, all Jedi serenity as he waited--again--for another grandson to arrive.

And waited. And waited. And waited.

( It's like the new guy should have his own theme music, too... )

[OOC: Topic of conversation NFB, but the fight would be hard to miss. No IC interaction possible, OOC comments are love.]

Anakin was sitting crosslegged on the small carpet in his office, breathing in and out.

He'd say he was meditating.

He was actually checking to see if he could see how Jaina was doing back home.

Sneaky Anakin.

The door was cracked open.

The Moth - Aimee Mann

The dull pounding ache in Anakin's head had bloomed into a full-on piercing nightmare of a headache sometime around 3 am, when all truly rotten things happen.

And Jedi don't get fevers.

Which was why Anakin was sitting cross-legged in the center of his office, delving deeply into the Force to get both symptoms to go away. It wasn't working nearly as well as it should have, and the amount of energy he was using was practically a beacon to the other Jedi on the island.

The door was cracked open.

It had taken a couple of towels and a half-hour in a healing trance, but the back of Anakin's hand was scar-free. If their little arrangement stopped That Woman from touching another student, it was a deal at twice the price.

He flipped his comlink on and tried to reach Luke again.

As it had for the last dozen tries, the call remained unanswered, and Luke's sense in the Force was still absolutely furious at him.

Not that he could blame the boy.

Anakin reached for the remote and settled in for a long night at home.

[OOC: Mostly establishy, but if there are roomies around to say hello, go for it.]

Anakin’s comlink went off entirely too early in the morning.

Fumbling around with his head still under the pillow, he finally found the device and mumbled a muzzy “Hello?” into the receiver.

( “Good morning, Father,” Luke chirped.  )

[OOC: Played with...well, myself, while at work. I am so sneeeeeky zomg.]
Bent - Matchbox Twenty

Anakin opened his office door.

And stared.

Someone had redecorated.

Anakin stomped around the office examining streamers on the ceiling and paint on the wall, then the glitter-bestrewned Farrah Fawcett poster, and finally flounced over to sit in his chair.

With its pink boa.

He waved a hand and started up his little galaxy of stars, then picked up a pen that had been decorated with feathers--all of his pens had been decorated with feathers, what the hell?--and hoped no one visited today.

Though that didn't seem very likely.

[OOC: Door's closed, post is open!]

I Am What I Am - John Barrowman