Midafternoon Boredom
"Hey Master,"
"Not now, Ahsoka."
Within the last two hours, Ahsoka had summoned Anakin's attention and astounding number of eighteen times, each time with something more pointless than the last. She was bored, and he could tell, but goodness he really did need to catch up on his sleep while he had the chance. She had asked him if her Montral looked too short for age, and had told him a fairly entertaining but in no way relevant story about how she had once kicked Master Plo in the face during Basic Youngling Training and had gotten her sock stuck in his mask, she had asked him to play truth or dare, and she had even in a desperate attempt to wake him asked for his help in mastering a few moves he knew she could do fine. Every single time he drifted into sleep, he would hear that same teetering voice and breath too close to his face whining a small, "Master?"
"Masterrrrr," She whined, and he could practically sense her flop her weight to one side as she pouted.
"Ahsoka, really, you are fifteen years old, don't you think you're a little too old to whine?"
"Don't you think you're a little too old to take naps?"
Anakin opened his eyes a very small amount to glare at her, then rolled over and buried his face into the small, hard sofa.
"Master, wait, I didn't mean that, but this is actually important."
Sighing, Anakin grouchily sat up, his arms crossed and his expression angry.
"This had better be good, Snips."
His apprentice was standing next to him, balancing delicately on her tip toes with a tiny grin on her face. She quickly ran - well, he couldn't really say ran; it was more like a more elegant toddle - to the small dining area their quarters possessed. She looked once to assure Anakin was watching, then began to do a sort of walk, almost like a dance, to make herself move backwards. She was wiggling her arms in all sorts of ways, and Anakin was completely done with the situation.
"What the he*l, Ahsoka. What the actual he*l."
She beamed at him, a true smile that actually reached her eyes for once.
"I can Moonwalk to take off my socks! See?"
Anakin's exasperated look did not change.
"That's it. You are going to sit in the corner and think about what you've done."
Nearly immediately, Ahsoka's form began to levitate as Anakin force-moved her into the opposite corner.
"Hey, no fair!" She squealed, squirming in his 'grip'.
"Nope, you put this upon yourself. Goodnight, Ahsoka."
"Master, hey, let me move! There is no way you can sleep while using all your concentration to keep me still!" She huffed, trying her best to break free.
"You really aren't that strong, Snips. I can't hear you anyways, I'm asleep, see?" Anakin faked a snore, lying back down and shutting his eyes as he listened to Ahsoka wiggle.
"Fine. You win." She mumbled. Anakin cracked his eyes open again to see her cross her arms and sit, defeated, in the corner.
"Good. Night, Snips."
Incoherent grumbles.
Sleep had finally began to grasp him, and Anakin could feel his mind retreating to the peaceful palace of a mid afternoon nap. It was a rare luxury, and one that he cherished greatly when it came. He was just beginning to drift when-
"You know, I can also Moonwalk on my hands to take off my gloves."
Cant stop me now, im having such a good time (having a good time, having a goOD TIME-