Mene Mene || Palpatine & Anakin
The crowd was so thick that Anakin had to move in spurts, first running in a half-crouch around hundreds of sets of robed legs, then pausing to lift himself onto his toes and orient himself again. When he grew up, he would not be short. He refused. Pushing past a cluster of politicians that cooed endearingly at him, he decided that he would broach two standard metres if he had to make himself grow through sheer willpower.
The lower floors of the Senate were less crowded, but Anakin now had to give hasty breathless explanations to guards when simply displaying the lightsaber at his belt had sufficed before. He was already late and the interruptions were time-consuming. By the time he finally reached the Chancellor's holding office and was cleared to go in, every glance at a chrono made him wince.
"Sorry, Chancellor, sir," he said immediately upon entering. "I was going to come earlier but I was working on something and then Master Obi-Wan said I had to be clean before I left and..." He trailed off. Having been Supreme Chancellor for almost a year now, Palpatine was a busy man; these excuses would be a waste of his time. "Sorry," Anakin repeated. He remembered that he forgot to bow and hurriedly did so. "They said you wanted to see me, sir."
