fandomhighdorms | Moving Day (again!)

"If you want the top one," Rory said distractedly, setting her own box down on the lower bunk. "This one's mine, though, so that'd be no fu - " She stopped mid-word, blushing so hard that she felt vaguely faint.

"Um. You can set it anywhere, I guess." She stood on her tiptoes, looking at the top bunk in an effort to keep her gaze fixed on anything that didn't happen to be tall, braided and making a box float mid-air. "Maybe I'll keep Vladdie up here."

Anakin gave her a slow smile. "Well, if it's Vladdie's bed, I suppose I'll have to find somewhere else to sleep."

Sad thing? He thought he was being subtle.

Rory glanced over at him, and then looked back at the bunk.

"Yes, Vladdie's really kind of a bed hog," she agreed seriously. "He wouldn't want you in his space."

Anakin nodded sadly. "He looks like the type," he said, eyes twinkling. "We'll just have to come up with a different solution."

"Uh huh," Rory nodded, still bright red. "I can't imagine what that would be, though."

Anakin, mindful of the open door and Rory's new and gossipy neighbor Lee, just gave her a warm smile. "You're very smart," he said. "I'm sure you can figure it out."

Rory looked over at the door, and smiled. "Actually, Anakin, I don't see how your sleeping arrangements are any of my concern at all," she said.

"You wouldn't take pity on me and let me crash here?" Anakin batted his eyelashes. "My roommate has decorated. There are things hanging from the ceiling. And color everywhere. It's very disturbing."

Rory's mouth twisted in a grin. "Oh no. Not color," she said, trying to sound horrified.

"You're mocking me again, aren't you?"

"Maybe a little bit."

"Just checking." Anakin looked around. "I can move the bunk down, if you'd like. Let Vladdie sleep next to you in a double bed-type thing?"

Rory actually considered this.

Of course, she blushed.

But she thought seriously, in spite of all her blood rushing to her face.

"Do you think a double bed would actually fit in here?"

Anakin looked around the room, partially to break eye contact with Rory.

"If we moved desk next to the bureau against that wall, then yeah, it should work. It'll be a little cramped, though."

Rory tapped a finger to her chin.

"It should work, yeah. And that'll be handy. Since I tend to flail a lot in my sleep, and a double bed would be nice."

She didn't mention that she'd had a twin bed her entire life. That really didn't seem to be relevant.

"Got it," Anakin said, rolling up his sleeves. He closed his eyes and held out his hand. The desk rose a few inches off the floor and floated across the room, landing softly next to the bureau.

He opened his eyes. "Like that?"

Rory smiled at him.

"You don't have to do that. I can move stuff myself."

"Good. You can move the bed."

Anakin grinned.

Rory frowned, and went over and kicked the door shut. Because no one else needed to see this.

She studied the bed, and began to try to unhinge it from the wall.

It went about as well as could be expected, for a girl whose experience with this sort of thing could be summed up by recalling the time her mother had covered a hammer in pink glitter and feathers.

Rory gave a sharp tug, and nearly toppled over.

Anakin stepped right behind her, steadying her. "I didn't really mean that you actually had to do it by yourself," he said quickly. "Let me help?"

"I'm a big girl," Rory said stubbornly, surveying the bed and trying to figure out the mechanics of how her tiny, frail little self could move it.

"Never said you were," Anakin said. "But the bed is tall and heavy. It's a two person project. Let me help?"

"'Kay," Rory agreed, letting go of the bed. "How are we going to do this, then?"

Anakin gauged the situation. "Okay. You go undo the other parts that are keeping the bed up while I keep it steady. Then we can push it up and off."

Rory crouched on the lower bunk after retrieving a screwdriver from a box. She tried to remember why she actually had it. She decided it didn't matter, and began to unscrew the top hinges.

"Pff. And Sam makes it seem like this fix-it kind of stuff is hard," Rory scoffed.

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