[He knows ViViD is largely a waste of time, a sink he shouldn't be able to afford, and yet in the long complacency that's seemed to follow Cerealia's last...weird even (read: traumatic), he seems to have nothing but time on his hands. His relationship with Kylo is somewhat strained, and there's no way he's going back to Solo for answers.
...Even Obi-Wan, who should be a source of help in a ridiculous hellscape like this is only found to be younger than Anakin's ever known, and completely unaware of what's to come. (Needless to say, it's the opposite of helpful).
So with all of this time on his hands, he decides to try and kill some. On the worst day possible. His mind stalls when presented with that myriad of profiles, wondering if this is CERES playing a joke, of if this is, yet again, the force's terrible idea of "fate," and he almost passes it over in resentment.
But if Anakin Skywalker is known for anything, it's obstinance. He can't walk away. Not on the potentiality that this is...real.
And so here he is, stuck in "finery" that hardly suits and looks ridiculous, left to stare awkwardly in that way that's never really quite gone away: reverernce bound to an ever present overwhelmed confusion that practically screams his feelings on how little he deserves this.
In that dress, no less.
It's a very, very good thing the guy running this show shows up before he can approach and get an equally-awkward word in edgewise. It isn't until--of kriffing course--chaos ensues that he finally makes his approach...while subsequently rolling his eyes a bit at that overheard declaration.]
i | also damn, that dress tho
...Even Obi-Wan, who should be a source of help in a ridiculous hellscape like this is only found to be younger than Anakin's ever known, and completely unaware of what's to come. (Needless to say, it's the opposite of helpful).
So with all of this time on his hands, he decides to try and kill some. On the worst day possible. His mind stalls when presented with that myriad of profiles, wondering if this is CERES playing a joke, of if this is, yet again, the force's terrible idea of "fate," and he almost passes it over in resentment.
But if Anakin Skywalker is known for anything, it's obstinance. He can't walk away. Not on the potentiality that this is...real.
And so here he is, stuck in "finery" that hardly suits and looks ridiculous, left to stare awkwardly in that way that's never really quite gone away: reverernce bound to an ever present overwhelmed confusion that practically screams his feelings on how little he deserves this.
In that dress, no less.
It's a very, very good thing the guy running this show shows up before he can approach and get an equally-awkward word in edgewise. It isn't until--of kriffing course--chaos ensues that he finally makes his approach...while subsequently rolling his eyes a bit at that overheard declaration.]
Is this really the time for whys?