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

Anakin stifled the urge to respond sarcastically. Padmé had requested his presence, but that still didn’t mean he understood why it was necessary. She was just picking out clothes – something which he had very few opinions about, and being in the Land of Make Believe almost a year had yet to grant him a wider variety of thoughts on the subject. He’d always assumed Padmé an expert in this area, given how well she utilized outfits for her office of Queen and Senator. To him clothes were clothes. A Jedi didn’t concern himself overly much about different styles or colors or fabrics.

But he recognized her good mood and didn’t want to jeopardize this chance to spend time with her so openly. He had lived through three years of a secret relationship, and old habits died hard. He still reveled in open displays of affection.

So instead of something that would draw her ire he said, “That plan is acceptable. Though, I don’t need to go shopping for myself right now.”

The trolley changed speeds, an indication they were approaching the platform. And he noticed that Padmé was making no move to relinquish her head rest that was his shoulder so he could stand.

“Or…” he said, quirking an eyebrow at her. “We could sit here and ride the trolley to the last stop and back again. It’s your choice, but it would foil your shopping plans.”