fandomhighdorms | Third floor common room, Wednesday night

"Yeah," Anakin said. "She likes Vladdie. Doesn't like you." He glared. "And now doesn't think I'm gay any more. I'm pretty sure I should be afraid of that last turn of events, though I'm not sure why."

"I knew she doesn't like me. And I couldn't care less," Rory said, waving a hand. "And what did you do to convince her of your heterosexuality?"

She blinked as she had a very interesting flashback and reddened a bit more

Anakin certainly didn't have the same sort of thought.

The carpet was just especially fascinating at the moment.

"Um, defended you, funnily enough," he said.

"And she drew 'straight' from that? That's just silly," Rory said lightly. "I mean, I'd certainly defend any of my friends."

She could actually feel the heat coming off her cheeks as she gave him a pleased smile.

"That's what I was thinking," Anakin said, his cheeks just as red. "She said something about a knight in shining armor." He looked confused. "But I don't wear anything shiny. Shiny'll get you shot."

"Aw," Rory said before she could stop herself. "It's, um, a metaphor. Our knights in legends and stuff always wear really shiny armor and rescue fair maidens and stuff. It's very sexist and romanticized and stuff."

"With a helmet or something?" Anakin wrinkled his forehead. "Sounds like a silly thing to wear."

"Probably not best for movability, but it kept them from getting too badly hurt," Rory shrugged.

"Probably," Anakin didn't sound all that convinced. "I think I'd have to see pictures to be sure."

"Those would be easy enough to find," Rory replied. "And there are books on them, and stuff. I have a few if you'd like to borrow, read up on what our medieval version of Jedi were like."

"Sounds interesting," Anakin said, smiling. "But I'm sure they were in no way as interesting as the Jedi." He winked. "Even before I started fighting snow monsters and zombies."

"They were interesting in another way," Rory said diplomatically. "And don't forget the vampires." She sighed and leaned back against the couch, shutting her eyes. "I got into a fight with Zero today about the stupid study group."

"Angela was saying something about that," Anakin said. "She wanted to be involved?"

He sighed. "And so did half the school, according the radio."

"She was mad we didn't tell her," Rory said, eyes still shut. "And that we had lied. Which made me feel awful. At least she wasn't obnoxious about being included, though, like some people."

"I can understand that," Anakin said. "I don't think I would've changed that part of the plan, but I can understand."

He looked up, eyes suddenly hard. "I only heard it through the pirate's minions. Did someone mention something to you?"

"I just hated having her mad at me," Rory said before opening her eyes and looking over at him. "Yeah, I went over to John and Angel's room the morning after the whole thing, before you woke up, and some guy shoved himself into the room to yell at Angel and Aeryn and all of us for being amateurs. Sing, actually. And with injured, sleeping people in the room."

"Wow," Anakin said. "What an amazing asshole." He looked over at her. "Who was it?"

"New kid," Rory shrugged. "I don't know his name. Tall, had an accent, and with very long braided hair." She reached over and tugged once on his braid. "Not as cool as yours, though."

Anakin frowned. "I know him. He's in Tactics of War with me--he was apologizing to a bunch of people right after study group. Not to me, though, but I guess I didn't know why he should be apologizing." He stared at the floor for a moment, thinking, then smiled at Rory. "And his braid is in no way as cool as mine."

"At least he apologized," Rory said. "I mean, that counts for something. I don't like being called amateurs, even if I kind of am one. You guys at least don't deserve that."

Anakin snorted. "I don't care if he comes from some universe where he's, I don't know, a diety or something. I don't care if he can fly, blows things apart with his amazing laser eyes, shoots fairy dust out his ass and reverses the rotation of planets by burping the correct alphabet. I don't care if he's the biggest, baddest being I've never, ever heard of. No one goes up against Darla, Drusilla and and fifteen vampires and walks away unhurt." His eyes looked at the wall. "Not me, not Angel, not anyone. And we're hardly amateurs."

Rory blinked.

"God, I hope he can't do any of that," she said, raising an eyebrow.

Anakin shrugged. "If he can, I'm sure his equally amazing hearing has already alerted him to my insults and he's trying to kill me with his brain."

He rolled his eyes. "But hey, Chosen One. And better hair. Bet I could take him."

He grinned. "I brought Yoda out. Did you see? He's making friends."

Over in his tank, Yoda is doing turtle-y things and completely ignoring the activity around him.

"You totally could," Rory said solemnly before turning her attention to Yoda.

"Oh yes. He's completely making friends," she said, peering through the glass at the turtle. "Such a social butterfly, this one. Vladdie liked him when I was keeping him in my room, anyway."

Anakin smiled at Yoda. "Well, he's having his own kind of fun, anyway."

He stretched out on the couch and, hey, look at that, scooted a little closer to Rory. "So other than Zero in the library, how was your day?" His expression went serious. "I heard you said goodbye to Aeryn."

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