carolton-blog1

[carolton-blog1]

4 hours' ride from home(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

[carolton-blog1]

A delayed proposal

Befuddled, Alfred tarried around the streetthe corner near the pub, waiting for Arthur to show up.

Several kids tramped along the street andinvited him to come over, but he didn’t bother a glimpse. Holding a bouquet ofred roses, Alfred was gaining a feeling rare.

‘’Oh, come on, not this time.’’ , he moanedpainfully in mind,” it’s not even a date, moron! So why would you act as ifyou’re asking for his hand!’’

Unfortunately, the thought barely eased hisanxiety.

Being slapped on the shoulder, Alfredsuddenly turned around with a dreadful look, ‘’What do you want?’’

Smirking, Arthur raised one eyebrow,’’ Whythe face? It’s just me.’’

Gently yet firmly, Alfred grasped Arthur’s hand.With an awkward smile, he handed over the roses and finally found his voice,

 ‘’How was your day?’’ Oh no that was way much worse than I thought, did I justsound like a god-damn high school graduate who would sure be turned down by hisdream girl.

‘’What were those flowers for? You arefinally going on a date? You don’t need to report me on that.’’, neglecting theprevious question, Arthur showed his patience towards the old behaviors ofAlfred—he is surely not the pub type.

Considering Alfred’s tight budget and hishabit of comic books collecting, Arthur began to feel a pain in his head.

‘’Did you waste the rest of your salary on those? It’s not even the mid of thismonth yet.’’, sighed Arthur, slowly shaking his head in a disapproving manner.

Silently admitting the accusation, Alfredfelt an urge to wipe out the anxiety on that familiarface. “ It’s just for your birthday. Oh man, you didn’t need to worry about mybudget that much.” , moaned Alfred with a decreasing level of voice, smiling anembarrassing smile.

As Arthur’s eyebrows raised, sure Alfredscratched his head, and looked with a feeling rare. Finally, he surrendered anddecided to let the cat out of the bag, “ I’d like to invite you over for adinner party, at my place. It’s not a big deal—you know—just you and me.’’

JUST DUNNOT GIVE ME THAT RIGID FACE—

I like the way your smile brightens up yourcheeks.

Though still starving and exhausted, Arthurcame to feel a bizarre relish glowing in his inner self, not as if a flock ofblue jays were singing inside his heart, but as his heart itself had turned outto be a cunning little canary after so many years’ being mistakenly treated asa cold statue.

A smile slowly crawled onto his lips, hewas a child once again. “ I see and I do.”

Be it ever so humble, Alfred’s existence isthe most splendid thing ever happened in this damned world.

Hiding a small box in his hands, Arthurdecided to delay the proposal for a moment.

[carolton-blog1]

The lighthouse keeper

Norse

I usedto like rain while it was gently pattering on the window pane back then when Iwas living in a wooden cabin in the mountains. Rain blurred your sights whileactually washing away all the puzzling thoughts, sometimes even your worry. Itsscent of newly-grown-out grass and that oak tree 20 feet away from my cabin wassomehow nerve- comforting. Through the smell of rain, I managed to convincemyself once or twice that what I owned was not a lonely, pathetic and dying oaktree, but a gigantic area of forest.

Anyhow,I moved out my cabin after that oak tree died. And taking up the career as alight house keeper wasn't anything so unexpected as compared with my confessionof sexuality to my family.

Thisday while I was wandering along the shoreline. Clutching onto my hood, I couldfeel the texture of raindrops and that was when something warm started to rolldown my cheeks. I seldom cry not because I consider it childish but becausethis solitude was deeply planted in my life that I was used to it. It's perhapsthe same reason why coming out the closet didn't do me much harm; my family andI were never close. Still, somehow at this very time of the day, I wished Iwould have a companion.

--Andthere he was, all drenched and exhausted.

For a minute or two, I just stood there in meresilence, frowning while pondering about what kind of people would be washedupon the shores on such a night. I hesitated before finally made my mind todrag him inside and lent him a hand. While haltingly replacing his water-drippingoutfit with a ragged old blanket, I inspected him casually: he appeared to beoverworked, malnutrition and still in a good shape at the same time. It didn'ttake an expert in nutrient to figure out that what he needed was far beyondwhat those regulations asked me to provide the survivors with. Known for theirreputation of indifference and arrogance, Norwegian is actually a people withgood nature.

Though aNorwegian, this time I might prove the saying the other way around. 3 minutesafter I determined to look after this unfortunate stranger, I had alreadyregretted. Doing laundry on a pouring day was ridiculous, regardless of thestinky smell his clothes wreaked. Yep, I did have no visitors for the past 3months except for the supply ships, but that did not make me into remainingtolerant like a saint for others' demeanors through the rest of my life.Silently counting to ten, I successfully distracted myself from the disastroussituation I was caught up in. FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE, NOW EVEN THE WATER OF THE ATLANTIC WOULD SURRENDER TO THAT HORRIBLE SMELL.

Since mylighthouse was no kind of those scenic spots with gift shops at the bottom,this stranger had to choose between my cell and the watch tower which had been,frankly speaking, deserted for the past few hundred years or so. Thinking aboutthe supplements piled up in the basements. I reluctantly held him up towardsthe washroom-- there was no way that I would ever let a thing so soaked as heenters my daring bedroom, not to mention giving it the care when necessary.

--Don't youdare to remind me of this whole thing ever again. It did take a babysitter tofinish the job neatly. Since I was not one, when I finally got him wrapped upin a layer of blanket, it was already dark. Slowly did it occur to me that mydinner and reading time were ruined in a row. Instead of trying to curse thecreature curled up in my bed (because I was too benevolent to dispose him in ashabby armchair), I decided to fill up my mug with black coffee, only to findthe box was empty.

Three days ago,I was out of novels except for one called "Viking Tales"; now myblack coffee ended up the same way. If I didn't want to catch a cold orsomething, I had better to read through the night which turned out to beimpossible now. Maybe I SHOULD put "pull yourself together on your legsand head to town for more books" on top of my to-do list which was growinglonger and longer through the past 3 months. I used a word I made up an excuseto describe my mental state: acrophobia.

I managed tostay awake for the first twenty or so pages and even letting out a smirk whenit came to the king of Norway'spreference to the Icelanders' sagas. But it would be a waste of efforts if youtry to stay awake when skimming across some bedtime fables for those sleepyheads like my younger brother. So in the dead of the night, I gave in-- thiswhole reading thing became a heated forge digging in my brain.

"Hahaha,save your seat at Valhalla for that drowningman. I'd rather stay in my bed and die in my dreams peacefully." was thelast thing which passed my mind.

And then therewas seamless darkness covered on my eyes.

[carolton-blog1]

Trick or treat?

"Trick or treat!" shouted Alfred and looked up at Arthur as if a million little stars were shining in his eyes. Reaching his hands out towards Arthurs', he was almost begging for a "Treat".

Grinning an approving grin, Arthur patted Al's head and handed over ahandful candies including corn cods and jelly beans, without noticing what Alfred was really asking for. As we all know, Alfred preferred Arthur's warm smile to all candies in the whole world.

Well, Arthur still had the right to feel surprised anyway, especially when Alfred grabbed his collars to pull him close and pressed his lips against his burning cheeks.

"Treat received! And hero gotta go!"Alfred whispered cheekily and directly in his ears, neglecting the bright red colour emerging from where he had once touched.

Clutching on the sleeve of Alfred's bomber-jacket, Arthur letted out a sigh, "What about my treat?" Before Alfred could respond something stupid as usual, he simply leaned in on his tiptoes and bited on that blonde lad's lips. Sweet like those cheap soda-pop,but tastes good indeed, he commented silently.

"You should always keep my turn in mind." Arthur couldn't help but to smile like a cat after a satisfying nap.

Well, Alfred was right in his adolesence, so we all know what's gonna happen next(wink)

The result of Halloween was a sore lower back, which was hard to tell it from a trick though it was a treat anyway.

[carolton-blog1]

Insomnia and nightmare

Knock, knock, knock. It must be Nor, theonly person in this house who would knock before break into your room.

Dan struggled to squeeze out a mumble—“comeinside” which was the only thing he could say at that time in the night. Thedoor cracked a moan and the sleepiness caught him up again. His mind wasblurring again. Oh, this should be dealt with quick and quiet, or I would fallasleep before Nor could finish a single sentence.

Feeling arms wrapped around his neck,chilly to the touch, Dan shivered and finally came to himself. “Hey dude, iseverything alright?”The night was gonna be long, which he knew from hisanimal-like instinct. Insomnia was anything but what a Northern man desired.

With its silence growing intolerable, thebedroom was sinking into darkness two thousand feet below the sea surface. Andthe only warmth was from the tightening arms around my back.. Nor was obviouslynot in the mood of talk.

So Dan whispered as if he was playing therole of dad after the child had accidentally knocked off a glass of milk, “Anightmare, I guess?”, doing his best to be nice and gentle, just the way Noralways told him to be. Resting his chin to Dan’s shoulder, Nor remainedwordless. And Dan took it as a “Yes’.

He then began his cliché and started to gabble aboutthings like “You have Ice, Fin and even that devilish Sweden as ally and no one can everhurt you now.”

“What about you? Will you stay?” hurriedlyNor bursted out the questions.

Dan sighed, without a word he just turnedover and pulled Nor close. He kissed Nor’s forehead and murmured “You willalways have me on your side and nothing’s gonna change that.” Because I sculpturedyour names and looks on my heart.

And then there was dreamless sleep, safeand sound.

[carolton-blog1]

What is writing to me

A bunny hopped out a hat filled with tea. A good day to mend your sewing machine. Some claims it hilarious to try this indeed.

Though a bit crazy as it seems to be, I still love to compose as long as I can proceed.

[carolton-blog1]

A letter from Alfred to Ludwig

I guess this wouldn’t be the last time thatI wrote a letter to confess the crime I commit.

You stumble and fall. It hurts, yeah, I getit.

Butis there anything worth pursuing that may see you through the twists and turns,the hardship and maybe even your inner fear? Remember her smile? Well, it wouldbe a little hyperbole to describe it as “stunning”, but you did make point whenyou say she is as cute as cute can be.

I know, I know. She is not just cute, sheis absolutely stunning and humorous at the same time；）

This is not meant to be a soup for your broken heart, for even my BFF sometimesaccuses me of my brutal languages.

There is one thing I should make youunderstood. Pal, if you back from the pain brought by those stings, you wouldnever be soothed by the scent of the flowers. So there is no need to panic.

As old Wang once said, If I met my Ms.Right, there is no doubt that I am going to pursue her passionately.

You may say “stop the god-damn gayy littlespeech” and you would be just fine enough to survive the next day. But myfriends, if I had the privilege to name you so, survival is not actually ameans to live— survival means another day endured rather than one lived, not tomention one enjoyed.

I am sorry for the feeling of loss I broughtback to your life, and you can blame your pang of disappointment on me if youwant. But what I am suggesting was not an attitude you should treat as aluxury, but a necessity you would need to bear if further pursuit of your dreamis something you long for.

My vocabulary is poor, so is my ways ofexpressing myself clearly. You could drown your self in deep regret and sorrowwithout looking for the real problem. But is that really useful to solve yourproblem?

Yep, I am no preacher by calling, neitheram I a responsible person even in my own miserable life. What I am trying tostress is—sorry for your loss, it’s all my fault. But would you dare to offer yourselfwith another chance? Well, you know, no try, no stumble and no pain leads tothe end of your life without a girl friend (shrug).

I guess you wouldn’t want to see me for therest of your life. And I am not gonna pretend as if that hurt meLOL. The factthat I didn’t suffer from the results as much as you did deprived me of thehonor to ask for your forgiveness. So to show my respect for your need to restand to reflect, I wrote this in English, the subject you would hate the most inthe—well, just to be precise—three or one and half coming years. I guess youwouldn’t even spare a glimpse on it.

But I still wanted to say:

I am sorry and hope to do something to fixthat situation, poor chap.

I am on my knees, and begging—alright,alright I am actually bargaining for an excuse to shatter the guilt rising frommy god-damn stomach.

I am sorry.

I would be glad to help with yourEnglish—cuz, hell , your grammar is worse than what worst ever could be—andmaybe fix the bloody impression you left that gorgeous and wit girl.

Hoping not to be blocked out your qzone.

Sincerely, your bloody enemy friend

In a blue mood

[carolton-blog1]

Life of a high functional sociopath

There are exactly five dudes living in Vader's mental state. One is a guy always drown himself in Nihilism, which is techinquely a reflection of Vader himself, and he is the least annoying of them all.

The other four consists of  a workhead, a Puritan-- in his case, it's Anakin Skywalker, the worst Jedi of all time, a critics who often appears with Padme's facial traits and last, an idealist that represents his dearst son, Luke.

Well, life is not that boring when the workhead is busy planning to choke some random guy in the galaxy to death-- after all the other four of them could always entertain themselves with mahjong, an eastern family game.

Sometimes even the workhead managed to join them and that would be the time to gamble over 21 points--even the critics,Padme, agrees to join them.

-- "Father, why are you talking to yourself once again? I thought we have been through this."groaned Luke, showing that cute puppy dog face once again.

Vader tried to hold back a smirk: the best part of having a caring son is that you could always play miserable to get the attention you want.

So he stiffened his pose for another five minutes, trying to appear more pathetic and lonely.

Luke letted out a surrendering sigh," Alright then. But I still got work to do." Reluctantly,yet firmly, Luke pulled his manchild father into a warm nice hug.

Holding his naive and somehow adorable son, Vader smirked and kissed his son's forhead to block all the jibberjab. the end:)

AN:

Enjoy those nice fluffs:)

[carolton-blog1]

No where is better than here

Leia POV Father is just ridiculous! Nobody in their sanity would want to stay on the same planet for their entire life, how dare he even suggest that?

Bitterly, Leis  murmured to her bull-head father, "Dad, I couldn't stay here for my entire life. It's neither healthy nor natural and it would be much better if you would allow me to apply for Imperial Liberal Arts College this year." She didn't even want to spare a glimpse for her supposed-to-be-father.

She is better than this, she knows that, and she deserves better than this--leading a domenicated life as a future wife and mother just doesn't feel right for her. She would like to be a senator, all passionate and powerful, just like the previous Queen of Naboo, Senator Amidala--of course, she didn't want die in her youth like her, but the leadership and compassion she shone during her pursuit of virtul democracy was nothing but impressive, not to mention her successful breakthrough of the glass ceiling!

Senator Amidala is sure to be the first female governer. And Leia would be just like her or even something more than that.

With steady belief in her eyes, she deicided to try again, so she spoke" Father, I am sorry for your upcoming loss. But this campus life is just important to me, as important as I am to you. Depriving me of the privillige of attending school is just like taking Luke and me both from you.

Her father seems to be touched by some of her words and he just said, while face in hand," I couldn't hold you back, could I ?"

Leia suddenly felt a pang of grief, but why? Isn't this all she has been longing for?

Anakin POV Sixteen years after his beloved wife's death, he thought he could finally move on. This must thank a lot to Tatooine's mono environment: sand, rock, desert, and had he mentioned sand yet?

Yes, the estating is poor here. So is the education system. Well who would ever expect a sandy ball to have a proper school or someting?

But after the first three years' aimlessly wandering in outer rim, Anakin finally found his inner peace in his home planet.

The desert is a total waste land, but cactus still grows there. Every day while he is taking in the splendid features of the sunrise and set on the horizon, where the sky meets the sand, he could enter the state of meditation as if a traveller swallow in water.

The scenery and his children cured the pain inside. And he never wanted to let them go.

Leia's longing for the outside world always stung him--it's hard to even look at her without being reminded of her mother, the same passion for democracy and the same belief in justice.

He had sensed Leia's departure years ago when she was just a little girl, pointing at the sky and asking all the names of the stars. After being told their names, she suddenly decided to claim them all as land of the Republic. Yeah, seeing her and hearing her talk itself just hurt.

Still, he had Luke: a blonde cherub who was a master in manuvering and flying, nearly a replica of himself at the age of nine.

While it always hurt to deal with Leia, joy and relief is the only emotion he gain when spending time with Luke. He didn't fancy the idea of leaving Tatooine and he sometimes even argued with his sister that even if they leave home on a mission, they could still come back after the work is done. Luke is just too sweet to reject, so after years' endless so-called debates, even Leia reluctantly agreed to come home once or twice a month. After all, Imperial Liberal Arts College wasn't a boarding school. Nice, warm and chubby. Be it ever so humble, but his son was truly a gift of the force.

Luke POV Being a force-sensitive since his young age, Luke could resonate with his father's grief even before he managed to walk. Those feelings are shouting and threatening to tear the loneliness and sorrow apart, which only results in his father's insomnia and constant nightmares.

Luke could never forget the day he woke up from a nightmare and tried to seek comfort from his father, only to find out his father cursing and grumbling about "Don't leave me behind. I need you." Even though he never got the chance to question what that is supposed to mean, he still got into the habit of heating a mug of blue milk for his father before bed time and waking up at the midnight to tuck his father in. On some of the cold night. he also tried to warm his father up by curling beside him, knowing his father all to well that though he would scold him in the morning for not sleeping in his bed, his father still need his accompany in the dead of the night.

So when Leia is leaving, he only said" Take care. And I am gonna care for father. Be sure to come back once or twice of the month."

He knew someone is gonna need a sleepover, a mug of heated blue milk and a warm hug soon. The end

[carolton-blog1]

Blue milk and good night

Anakin was tired, exhaustedto be exactly the case. He had signed up for 66 different job-shifts in thepast two weeks, hoping he could change his economic status and won his son over—nobodyfancied the idea of having a former-drug-dealer-now-broke dad, did he?

44 had required a high schooldiploma which he threw away when he joined the gang. 13 had insisted on a cleanbackground which he simply didn’t have. 8 informed him to wait for “the call”.Only one had took him in. It was a drab little electronics device recycle workshop, which located at the far end of his son’s middle school.

Great, another reason for myson to be teased, Anakin thought to himself bitterly.

But all those thoughtsvanished after he stepped into his own shabby apartment.

A smell of bantha stew couldbe tasted in the air even when he was 7 feet from the door step and thehaunting warm scent of mashed potatoes easily took over his heart. He saw atiny figure dressed in an faded print apron standing on a three-legged stool,trying to reach the micro wave on his tiptoes. Anakin felt like he was in asweet dream and absentmindedly called out, “ Luke, is that you?” The kid nowturned around and beamed him a happy smile, “Welcome home, dad. I found the keyunder the mat before the door and decided to stay with you for this weekend！Dinner would be ready in 5more minutes, now, if you don’t mind, you could make yourself comfortable inthat couch. I guess your favorite show the Song of Sith and Jedi was on the airnow.”

Anakin was amused to a stateof speechless gratitude. Here he was, a former drug dealer, broke after beingthrew out the jail and didn’t have a proper job until today now had the honorof sharing a home-made dinner with his son. Just what kind of fortune did hehave!

He managed to squeeze out abroken thank-you, only to receive a warm hug from his adorable son, saying “Youentered my life two weeks ago and that very day was my birthday. Meeting you againwas the best gift I’ve ever had, so you didn’t need to thank me, dad.”

Stunned, Anakin finallyrealized where the true problem was. He gripped his son’s shoulder tensely,asking “ Did your foster parents know where you are?” The hidden question was,did they agree you to come to me?

The child haulted to thinkfor a second, pondering whether to let his dad know the truth. Eventually, he lettedthe cat out of the bag,” No, I told them I am gonna stay at Leia’s place forthe weekend.”

Anakin was somewhat relievedto hear that, but again he was a little bit sad to know that he could berejected by his brothers’ family.

Luke didn’t assume that muchlike his father did. He just shoved the burden on his father’s shoulders andtold him to eat his dinner. And Luke scolded his father for refusing to take ashower while he was busy heating a mug of blue milk.

After all the mess was over,done and cleaned away, Luke simply find a spot besides his fathers asleepfigure and tucked both of them in.

That night was sweet with nodream and insomnia, and was the best night Anakin had in years.

N:

Somehow I found the idea ofLuke scolding Anakin to be amusing, so the story simply wrote itself. Enjoy thegood fluff hereJ Cuz I am heading back toschool tomorrow which means no updates in at least four days.

LoL Don’t panic, and thefluff would always be there. You guys know I am always a fluffy little puppydog ROFL

[carolton-blog1]

A great yet narrow escape

When former drug dealerAnakin Skywalker found an injured child curled up in the hallway of hisapartment building, he had no idea how much his life was about to change. Anakinwas living hand to mouth on the streets of New York, barely making enough money to feedhimself, and the last thing he needed was a child. Yet Anakin couldn't resisthelping the strikingly intelligent but very young kid, whom he later found outto be his son. He slowly nursed Luke back to health and then sent the kid tohis foster home, imagining that he would never see him again. But Luke hadother ideas.

Chapter 1 A Great yet NarrowEscape

Two weeks after Luke firstmet his father; he dropped his mechanic class and began taking Culinary Artinstead. Despite the cost of being laughed at his supposed-to-be friend HanSolo while they were having swimming training sessions together, Luke found thecourse interesting and, well, honestly useful. Mr. and Mrs. Lars would let himuse the dish-washer, but that’s it, no more further contact with the kitchen. Theysomehow held the belief that once Luke got the access into the kitchen, hewould definitely poison the whole family to death.

On the contrary, Luke waspretty good at making a nice warm omelet and using a micro wave to heat a mugof blue milk—his favorite drinks. So he decided to show his newly fetchedskills to his newly found father, Anakin, this very weekend.

Knowing that he couldn’t justcall his foster parents that he is gonna stay at his dad’s place, Luke decidedto use Leia as a cover though it’s a bit weird that the Lars only let him havesleep-over at Leia’s house, never Han’s place.

Leia surrendered to him onceagain, though Luke never got the reason why: is his bribery really thatsuccessful? But he had seen Han do it the same way only got Leia slap acrosshis face, barking something like “Don’t smirk to me like that and it’s way toogross for me to even consider a date with you!” Well, maybe it’s just hispocket money that do the job.

Anyhow, Luke was now holdinga bag of half-price vegetables, including potatoes and broccoli, andmicro-waved bantha stew with his hands. The last time he had been to his dad’sapartment told him the cruel fact that his dad ate nothing but cold cereal andraw eggs for breakfast.

Feeling a pang of grief, Lukemade up his mind to cook something nice for his father, even though all hecould make was omelet and omelet was never meant for dinner.

[carolton-blog1]

An adopted boy named Luke

I got this whole thing from the idea of 胡桃绿 and the very novel: A Street Cat Named Bob.

This is gonna be a side project, so I couldn't ensure you that I am gonna post very frequently.

Well, here is the summary of the first Chapter.

Luke told his friend Leia to cover him up while he was staying at his dad's place for a weekend and ran into a gang of scamps after purchasing chickens and potatoes for dinner. However, his dad Anakin didn't seem happy with his son's unexpected show-up, did he?

Let's find out;)

Chapter one: A great yet narrow escape

Chapter two: Blue milk and good night

[carolton-blog1]

<Luke&Vader>Eggs strike back

Knowing Anakin all too well from his past masterpieces in the kitchen, Luke always refused to let his dad do the cooking-- Anakin could never make it through the jungles of frying pans and ovens without blowing up the kitchen.

However, this walking-hell somehow managed to sneak into the kitchen this morning and was now presenting Luke something he proudlyclaimed to be breakfast. Luke reluctantly spared it a glimpse after being begged to do so for the past few minutes.

Boiled eggs and cereal without milk-- a huge progress indeed. Still, a wary sense of force was nudging Luke to avoid eating this thing.

" I've got a bad feeling about this." he mumbled before suspicously taking a tiny bite of the innocent-looking egg and pathetically ended up choking, "Bloody Sith! Dad, what in stars have you done?!" He blankly stared at the coal-like core of the egg and sighed, " You can't possibly use force-lightening for making breakfast, will you?" And he was confronted with silence, yep, not even a word.

After a century or so, a faint argument appeared out of nowhere, " Language, youngling. Besides, force-fried eggs are at least in part organic despite its tastes. " Vast amount of awkwardness. Anakinignored the small voice back there in his conscience, whispering something like " Worst topic-changing ever, and that must be a newlow."

Feeling a headache jumping up and down his nerves, Luke simply grabbed four more eggs from the fridge and haulted for a secondor two to focus on the force. Eggs slowly rose from the counter and began dancing about in air. One by one, they docilely cracked their shells on the edge of the frying pan, releasing a honey-like fluif which was now gracefully forming into the shape of a fighter X-wing and the infamous Death Star. With a snap of his fingers, Luke fried the minimized versions of two deadly weapoons, of course,with force-lightening.

Holding back a smirk, Luke cheekily bragged about his latest work to his dumb-struck father, " Just a matter of force control, isn't it?"

Anakin commented dryly, " Show-off." Despite the wry tone, a warm smile started to crawl onto his lip.

Taking advantage of his dad's absent-minded state,  Luke quickly stuffed the X- Wing into his dad's mouth and muffled his lasting comments.

Yeah, Anakin did look way much cuter when he literally shut up. Luke made a mental that he should do that latter again with something different.

Anakin gaudged twice, first on the eggs' surprising attack and second on his son's devilish smirk. Where the hell did inherit that mischievous nature? Realizing that it's presumably his fault several minutes later, Anakin made a mental note to take care of his boy's "education" the other day.

Right now, he just letted it slip and leaned forward to mess up Luke's blonde locks, whispering "Alright then, I see your point. Next time try to persuade me without an X-wing."

Luke grinned his blazing grin and winked, " Next time try to finish off your Death Star first."

And then, he tore the Death Star in two and handed it over to his dad.