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Community Center, Friday Evening

When it came to Fandom, the typical alumni mixer type events tended to include a few key elements: food, drinks, and dancing.

Tonight? Not so much. Well, there was still the food and drinks, and probably nobody would actually stop you if you decided to go ahead and get jiggy with it, but the setup didn't exactly lend itself to dancing.

The setup in question? Well, the room was made to look as if a giant slumber party were taking place. There were ample blankets and pillows, and a big movie screen set up on one side of the room in order to play appropriately-themed movies.

[ooc: ocd up! post is open to all alumni, townies, teachers, and students]

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Tahiri shut down her emotions as best she could, but hugged him back.

"Sometimes we do. You just never manage to make that last before you do something dumb," she told him.

"Hey," Anakin complained, frowning at her. Not that he could really argue. She had a point.

After the initial shock, Tahiri found out that this wasn't actually as hard as she thought it might be; she'd been more or less prepared for it, after all.

"You're only saying that because you know I'm right," she informed him, and reached out to ruffle his hair.

It had been a long time since she'd been able to do that.

Oh, Anakin really scowled at her now, and tried to smooth his hair down.

"Maybe, but do you have to enjoy being right so much?"

"That never works, you know," Tahiri informed him, watching what would inevitably be a futile attempt to do anything with his hair.

She was right about that, too. Ha.

She hadn't quite let go of him, yet, and hugged him hard one more time before letting go.

"It's really, really astral to see you, though. How are you getting settled in so far?"

She was right, and Anakin gave up after a few seconds. His hair was never going to be anything but unruly on the best of days.

"All right. I guess." He started to frown, then shook it off. "I'd still rather be back home."

"All right, you guess?" Tahiri echoed, shaking her head. "Remind me to ask you more questions, because Force knows it's like using a Headhunter to tug a Star Destroyer to get any information out of you otherwise."

"That's because you're the one who does all the talking," Anakin shot back lightly, grinning; she really did still talk as fast as always, even if she wasn't the same eager, cheerful, babbly thirteen-year-old he'd left behind at the Academy.

"Don't get used to it. I'm not here to do your talking for you," Tahiri retorted.

She softened, though, and asked, "Are you mad about not being home and in the war? That's what it is, isn't it?"

Anakin bit his lip, then nodded. "I'm trying to understand that Uncle Luke had good reasons to send me here, but I get so restless sometimes."

"Of course it was Luke," Tahiri said half to herself, smiling. "And of course you're restless. You get cabin fever on a two-standard-day trip, and here you're not even in our galaxy."

She tilted her head and looked at him, then sent, tentatively (she wasn't sure if it would still work): You know you've got an opportunity here you never would have at home, don't you?

Anakin started, his eyes going wide. He was used to being able to communicate wordlessly with Tahiri, but this was clearer than he'd ever managed before. It had to be because she was older and had more practice, he guessed.

You mean my grandfather, don't you?

The slight bit of apprehension that tinged his Force-sense? He couldn't hide that from her if he tried.

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