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OMFG! Anakin might do ~something~ *pearl clutch* (darkforcerising) wrote in makebelievelog,

Anakin pulled himself away from the project at the table with great reluctance, though he tried not to show it. He wasn’t going for rude dismissal with this meeting. Having someone around who was as focused on creation of and implementation of new ideas in the realm of mechanics was a rare thing. Having someone in possession of that and with little clue as to his future mistakes and identity was an opportunity at friendship he would be foolish to casually toss aside.

“Thanks,” he said, and again he was refreshingly surprised. “You think so? I have it on many a good authority I’ve made a mess of things.”

A small smile was on his usually stony expression as he turned about wondering where to begin. There really wasn’t much to describe. The room was devoid of furniture save table work spaces – the sofa and chairs that had come with the room had been shoved into one of the bedrooms that now served as a storage room. It was probably the cleanest room of these repurposed quarters. In the main room, however, there were the piles and then his projects, the ones he was still working on, and the others either tossed out of the way or merely left where they were.

He turned back to his table. “Most of this,” he waved a hand over the spread of pieces and half constructed or either deconstructed parts, depending on one’s point of view, though they all looked oddly in a similar state of non-function, that covered half the table, “is not touchable. And-” He turned to point to another table that contained another array of disordered pieces.

This second table belonged to the designs of his younger self’s making. And if one thought Anakin’s messy habits were a disaster they were nothing compared to the seemingly methodical disregard (for that pile of mess could not be anything but a product of strictest dedication) for even the merest semblance of organization of younger Ani. Possibly a result of having a junk yard as a ‘workstation’ for so many of his formative years and not enough time yet spent under the careful tutelage of the Order to undo these bad habits.

“And, uh, that,” he had to sweep his hand wider as Ani’s projects had encroached beyond the table and were clearly taking over that stretch of the wall. “Also, all of that is untouchable.”

He turned a somewhat sheepish grin back to Helena. Maybe he should think about some kind of system of shelves and storage compartments. “Everything else is up for grabs, and- or, explanation if something doesn’t make sense. Did you have something in mind you wanted to work on?”