fandomtownies | The Park, Friday Afternoon

So it turned out life looked a whole lot better when you weren't tired out of your mind. Atton'd been doing a lot of sleeping the past couple of days - especially sleeping through Mical's incessant calls - and, well. It was nice. But now he was restless.

Okay, his last few attempts at a walk had always ended in cursing nature and then going home to slum it in front of the vid screen, but maybe he needed that period of frustration before the vid screen thing came in. Who knew? Mical seemed to, considering he was hitting Atton's comlink again.

"Oh, what is it?" Atton snapped into the comlink. "Haven't I been doing enough for you lately?"

"It's important. It's about the Enclave--"

"Then it can wait until tomorrow," he shot back. "When I'll be there."

"Deesra thinks we should move out of the Enclave."

For the love of-- Space, could Mical not take a hint? "Considering it's still falling apart, I can't really blame him for that," Atton said. "But seriously, can't we table this--?"

"I think the Temple is the best option--"

"Coruscant? Are you crazy?"

"I just think--"

"No, never mind, I'm not having this conversation right now."

He shut off the comlink without bothering to wait for an answer. He held it in his hand for a moment. His gaze quickly traveled up towards the duck pond. Maybe if he just threw...

Because seriously. Space, he wasn't even in this Order.

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