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fandomhighdorms2005-12-16 05:16 pm
2nd Floor Common Room, Friday Evening
Having cleared a space in the middle of the room, Bridge sits crosslegged, eyes closed. The TV is on to provide background noise.
A small coloured sphere sits in his lap. Every so often Bridge opens his eyes to glare at it.
(ooc: open for anyone.)
A small coloured sphere sits in his lap. Every so often Bridge opens his eyes to glare at it.
(ooc: open for anyone.)

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He looked hopefully around the room. Didn't look like it. Anakin-Banakin? Seriously?
"Um," he said eloquently. "Let's just stick with Anakin, okay?"
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It was mostly successful. "I appreciate the thought, really," he began. "But yeah, um, not really loving the nickname."
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He probably shouldn't use the Force to get across the room faster to tickle a friend.
Oh well.
"You are in so much trouble," he said with a grin, hands reaching for her rib cage.
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He reached down and gave her a last tickle, just because he loved to see her smile.
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He stopped tickling her. "You mean there's more to your name, Lorelai Gilmore III?" He got a wicked gleam in his eyes. "I'll find out what it is. Somehow."