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“Hey Cody, how’s your gallery opening coming along?” Ahsoka shuts her laptop and graciously gives it to Anakin to hold. He knows better than to open it without her permission. He’s still got the scar. “Gallery opening?” Anakin interrupts, looking around at his roommates expectantly. “I told you last week. And the week before that. It’s literally all I’ve talked about for two months,” Cody says, unimpressed. “I told you about the giant sculpture we had to install, and you said why did you make it so big, that’s what she said, then you laughed so hard you choked on your own spit.” Or: Bribed into attending a gallery opening, Anakin Skywalker stumbles across a set of photographs and becomes enamored with the stories they tell, and the man who tells them.
anakin skywalker/obi-wan kenobi, 10.6k words, rated m.
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