Mar 13, 2014 10:36
Anakin was in his office, going through all of the photos of Spring Break Rory had sent to him so he could update his office's picture frames with more accurate shots of his family.
The ghost of Admiral Piett was not believing this, somewhere. Former Sith Lords lost all of their edge when they had two young children, apparently...
The door was
office hours,
ethics
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Sure, turning and running meant that she'd have to account for not being here probably next week, in class. Or perhaps she could run away from that, as well. Perhaps she could run away from all of her classes. Maybe she could get a nice little cottage in Bali and never face anybody again...
She was being ridiculous. And fidgeting nervously at her gloves. She needed to stop doing that. She needed to stop doing that and start doing something productive, instead.
Last chance to run.
"Excuse me, Professor Skywalker?"
Blew it.
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He'd had a bet with himself to see if she'd really come by.
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"Of course," Elsa murmured, slipping into his office and eyeing the door for a moment before pulling it shut behind herself. It kept prying ears at bay, but it also made it that much more difficult for her to panic and run. Probably. "I hope your day is going well so far?"
Step one had been actually showing up. Elsa was still working up to step to, here.
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Anakin smiled. "Relatively uneventful. So far, I've only heard three conversations from people who aren't in the room."
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Oh look, there it was.
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