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The Bar seems to have taken it upon herself to update Anakin's wardrobe. This morning, she presented him with a pair of jeans and a T-shirt reading 'Jedi do it forcefully.' He is currently wearing both items and looking perplexed.

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*Raph exits the Staff Hallway, which he's affectionately named "The War Zone". His clothing is spattered with paint and what appears to be dried wallpaper paste.

He heads towards the bar for a bottle of Gatorade. He doesn't catch glimpse of Anakin until he's half way through his first gulp. Shame that, spittakes are quite messy.*

It's a good thing Anakin wasn't in the way of that. Wouldn't want to get his new shirt all messy.

"Raph? What? ...oh, the shirt."

*Coughing Raph nods.*

Man....give a guy some warnin', wouldja?

"What, do you want me to hold a sign over my head reading 'Warning: juvenile humor here?'"

Would that be too much trouble, you think?

"Just a little. Especially since I had to force Kitty to tell me what was so funny."

You uh...*he forces a smile down*...didn't get it?

"Not at first, no."

*Raph claps Anakin on the shoulder.*

S'okay, we still like you.

"Yes, if for no other reason than I provide you hours of amusement." He's grinning as he says it.

Yeah, pretty much.

*Raph wipes his forehead withone of his wrist bands, leaving a smudge of paint.*

So, you comin' to help us out back? Or is this just one of them fashion statements?

"Well, I wasn't planning on it, but all right. The clothes weren't my idea, by the way, that was Lady Bar."

*He turns towards the bar, and in a mockingly put out tone*

OH I see how it is, we're not movin' fast enough for you, huh? Fine fine. Call in the cavalry. See if I care.

*Back to Anakin*

We're doin' some finishin' touches today. Been hangin' wallpaper all morning.

He grins blithely. "I have no idea how to do that, but I'll learn if you'll teach me."

It ain't that hard, trust me. I mean, I do it, so it's not like brain surgery.

*He downs the rest of his Gatorade, managing to keep it down this time.*

"In which case I should be able to manage, since it's well known we only have two brain cells to rub together between the two of us." Yes, he's grinning.

An' mine's on loan already. Come'on.

*He starts walking towards The War Zone, gesturing Anakin to follow him.*

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