THERE’S NO KNOCK preceding his entrance, but Anakin gives Obi-Wan the courtesy of extending his Signature through their bond to warn him of his arrival. He seems to bring the whole hangar with him, exhaust perfuming the air && shiny black of oil slashed across one cheek like war paint. His expression is purposely vague, hiding expectation. It’s a look he’s only rarely worn since he was a child.
❝ Hey, are you busy? ❞ Anakin steps into the setting sun, disrupting the spill of muted pink light && bathing the furtive glance of his eyes in shadow. Coruscant’s glittering spires soar like birds into the dusty sky; the room’s usually shuttered windows flung wide to catch the day’s remnants of natural illumination.
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