Room 317 [after classes]

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After an interesting conversation with his father early in the morning, Luke had gone for a long run.

And then an even longer session alone with the punching bag.

And then he'd tried some meditation.

Now? He'd spread parts to a small droid out all over the floor, back carefully turned away from the half of the room that was supposed to have a Z in it, and fiddled around with electronics.

Loud Corellian rock was blaring from his stereo and out through the open door.

If you asked him? He was fine.

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"I don't know," Luke said. "She hasn't mentioned it. Either she."

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"She wouldn't do an interrogation without me, I hope," Rikku said, bouncing on her toes. "That's just mean."

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"I'd rather there not be an interrogation at all," Luke replied.

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"That's because you're no fun," she grinned.

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"I'm lots of fun," Luke insisted.

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"Sure you are," she teased, eyes dancing. "I believe you."

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Luke smacked her with a pillow.

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Rikku flailed. And giggled. And grabbed a nearby pillow to retaliate.