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Room 317 [early afternoon]
Mar. 2nd, 2008 12:03 pmLuke tossed his bag onto his bed as Artoo made concerned little noises and circled around him.
"I'm fine," Luke told him for the hundredth time. "The med droid wouldn't have let me go otherwise." He smiled. "And neither would Jo or Leia. It's just a little scrape."
Artoo let out a low whistle that showed Luke how unconvinced he was about that.
Luke peeked into the mirror. "You can hardly tell," he said, running his finger down the new scars on his face.
Stupid wampa.
He flopped down onto the bed and started catching up on the holodramas Leia had loaned him. The door was open.
Blood Brothers - Color Green
"I'm fine," Luke told him for the hundredth time. "The med droid wouldn't have let me go otherwise." He smiled. "And neither would Jo or Leia. It's just a little scrape."
Artoo let out a low whistle that showed Luke how unconvinced he was about that.
Luke peeked into the mirror. "You can hardly tell," he said, running his finger down the new scars on his face.
Stupid wampa.
He flopped down onto the bed and started catching up on the holodramas Leia had loaned him. The door was open.
Blood Brothers - Color Green
