Um, hey? Now that school is (finally!) done, I have more time to write. Back to the fandom I go! I am sososososososososososososososososo sorry for not writing any more of my stories :( since, like, (I dunno) November. Happy Thanksgiving everyone! (In Canada, it's in October or September)
-Tasie
"Master?" Ahsoka was bored out of her mind. The troopers were all off betting on a fight between Rex and Fives, Anakin was looking at the podracer catalogue that had just come out in the small kitchen they both shared (which he had locked, much to her annoyance). And she had nothing to do.
"Whassit?" came Anakin's mumbled reply from outside the door "I'm looking at Pods, I told you to leave me alone with my babies."
"Master, you don't have kids. You never will. You're a Jedi." Force, he is weird.
"Shut up and let me dream."
"How could you be so cruel to the apprentice you love so much?"
"Don't you mean Youngling, Snips?"
"When's the wedding, Anidala?"
"Very creative. You used that one last week."
"I'll use it again, Ani."
"What do you want?"
"A formal declaration of your crush on the Senator. Recited in front of her, Rex, and R7."
"Yeah, no. Try again."
"A popsicle. And not the purple ones. I hate those."
"Fine."
Log date: ...I forgot. You like? You hate? Leave a review and let me know.