READY TO GO OFF ANY MINUTE | {OPEN, NOT EATING}

[Owlie]

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[div style="text-align: justify;"]There were typically a few cues with Anakin’s arrival. The dirt and leaves would start moving irratically, the air would get warmer, Anakin’s bright sun for an aura would make itself noticeable. His presence was infectious on other force-users, as if it was a courageous sun cheering them on.
But there was something else about it, too. Perhaps, a deep sadness. Experience. A wounded soul.
Something Anakin wasn’t going to share yet.

He had seen the stir about Washington eating, and figured it wouldn’t hurt to step in.

The ghost formed, the dust swirling until it was vague Lion shape, leaning over the smilodon’s shoulder. A surprise, perhaps. Intrusive, but Anakin had good reason. "Hey, kid." His voice was a whisper, low, yet held the same confidence. "I wore a mask just like you when I was alive..... but mine wasn’t removable." he paused. "You know how I ate? They punctured a hole in my side to feed bags of sloppy, mushy food to my stomach... A tube..." He wanted to give the guy the mental image. He figured it wouldn’t phase him, but maybe it would gross him out.

"I could definitely attempt to perform the same surgery if you don’t want to use your mouth...."

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