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He may be Vader someday later, but now he's (justasmallfry) wrote in makebelievelog,

“Artoo?” young Ani’s eyebrow rose slightly. And then he shook his head. “No, he’s not the droid I’ve built. Artoo was built by the droid manufacturer, Industrial Automaton. He was commissioned by the Naboo Royal Engineers to be part of their fleet. But he’s just under my care right now.”

He noticed the parts H. G. was picking up, which made his curiosity spike trying to add the pieces in her hands together in various combinations to guess at what she was thinking of building. From his position by the door he couldn’t see everything in her hand. “What are you building?”

And he was genuinely interested. He started forward again into the room, towards Helena, but then the older version of Anakin cut in.

“Anakin,” the use of the lad’s full name successfully caught his attention, “you know the rules.”

At first the boy’s brow knit in confusion, then with a telling glance from his older self down at his muddy appearance he was reminded of his rather dirty state. There was no way his older self would let Ani take another step into the workroom covered in that much grimy and lake water, amusing though the look may be. “Oh, right. But-”

“Everything and everyone will still be here when you get back,” his older self cut him off, and the older man’s tone left no room for debate. Though it did seem as if for a moment Ani was going to put up just such an argument. He shifted where he stood, rolling on the edges of his feet and the sound of soggy insoles gave away his need for a wash.

With a cross look and a sigh, the younger version relented. “Okaaay.” And he started to leave the room.

“Take your droid with you-”

R2-D2 interrupted with a protest of twitters, but Anakin wasn’t having any of it. “Yes, you too. Look at yourself, you’re covered in mud. You’re leaving a trail of dirt.”

Ani popped around the frame and called to the droid in a way common to put-upon youth everywhere, “C’mon. We have to clean up.” But before he vanished again he looked at Helena, and added, “When I get back, uh, if you’re still here, I want to see what you make. If that’s okay?”

R2-D2 spun around and he, too, left, but not before issuing a series of beeps and whops that left all listeners wondering the precise insult he’d just tweeted, but in no doubt it had been scathingly rude.