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tatooine_doofus) wrote2008-01-07 02:53 pm
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Room 317 [after classes]
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.
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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"Bad day?" she shouted. Not even sure if she was loud enough to be heard over that din.
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She gave him a curious glance. "I thought you liked her? I mean, you're friends, right?"
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She took a second to imagine that, and had to swallow past a lump.
"Bad timing, yeah?"
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