Room 317 [late afternoon]
Aug. 11th, 2007 01:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tatooine_doofusLuke was in his room, sleeves up--the gash on his arm was fading rapidly--surrounded by his tool kit and fiddling with Artoo. If it stopped him from dwelling on other things, well, bonus.
Artoo was not entirely thrilled being used as a distraction.
"Try it again, please," Luke said.
Artoo obligingly began to spit back the beginning of "I Know A Song That Gets On Everybody's Nerves."
"It needs to be higher pitched, louder," Luke said, "and more off-key."
The door was open if anyone was wondering what he was up to.
Artoo was not entirely thrilled being used as a distraction.
"Try it again, please," Luke said.
Artoo obligingly began to spit back the beginning of "I Know A Song That Gets On Everybody's Nerves."
"It needs to be higher pitched, louder," Luke said, "and more off-key."
The door was open if anyone was wondering what he was up to.
