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tatooine_doofus) wrote2007-09-11 03:30 pm
tatooine_doofus) wrote2007-09-11 03:30 pm
Room 317 [evening]
Luke had decided that since he'd been in his room for a year, it was time to finally put up evidence that he lived there. Since he didn't have stuff, that took the form of photographs and holos of friends: he, Han and Leia right after the first Death Star, he and Wedge drunk later that same night, he, Rikku and Dawn looking giggly and high on sugar, he and Jaina, he and Rory, he and Tori...he and Z.
There weren't any photographs of him and his father (those were stuffed into a drawer at the moment) and he kept taking down Artoo's offering of a holo of him and Gavin believing they were Siegfried and Roy.
Corellian rock music was playing and the door was open. If he was caught staring off into space, well, he might've been reliving parts of last week's date with Jo.
[OOC: Open like a thing that is not closed.]
There weren't any photographs of him and his father (those were stuffed into a drawer at the moment) and he kept taking down Artoo's offering of a holo of him and Gavin believing they were Siegfried and Roy.
Corellian rock music was playing and the door was open. If he was caught staring off into space, well, he might've been reliving parts of last week's date with Jo.
[OOC: Open like a thing that is not closed.]
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"Very well," he said in a tone that meant he was more than fine steering away from these dangerous waters, "keep doing what you're doing. If the unthinkable starts happening, let me know."
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"I will," she said. "I should probably leave you to your music, and happier things."
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