Kanan Jarrus, The Last Padawan (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
uncertain_dume) wrote2018-02-14 10:44 pm
uncertain_dume) wrote2018-02-14 10:44 pm
MCA #3, Wednesday Evening
Kanan had spent all day not mentioning it. Just kind of going through his day without really bringing it up. He'd gotten some roses for Hera, and that was basically all he was expecting would show up at his door today.
So when the seven orange roses that he'd gotten for her had been spectacularly upstaged by three dozen red roses, accompanied by an all-caps note that left him scratching his head at best, he'd kind of done what he defaulted to back before he'd ever arrived on the island. He put them (and the carnations from Kitty and from Skywalker) into a juice jug for lack of a vase that could handle the damn things, had set them on the kitchen counter, and then had retreated to the living room in order to Not Think About It.
He'd spent a good many years perfecting his ability to Not Think About It. And so the 36 roses had been put out of sight and out of mind until it was time to make dinner.
He stepped into the kitchen, was reminded that they were there and were now taking up most of the counter space, and sighed.
"But really. What the hell?"
[OOC: .... I had to. Post is open for visitors or calls or that lady who lives there!]
So when the seven orange roses that he'd gotten for her had been spectacularly upstaged by three dozen red roses, accompanied by an all-caps note that left him scratching his head at best, he'd kind of done what he defaulted to back before he'd ever arrived on the island. He put them (and the carnations from Kitty and from Skywalker) into a juice jug for lack of a vase that could handle the damn things, had set them on the kitchen counter, and then had retreated to the living room in order to Not Think About It.
He'd spent a good many years perfecting his ability to Not Think About It. And so the 36 roses had been put out of sight and out of mind until it was time to make dinner.
He stepped into the kitchen, was reminded that they were there and were now taking up most of the counter space, and sighed.
"But really. What the hell?"
[OOC: .... I had to. Post is open for visitors or calls or that lady who lives there!]
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She glanced at the rest. "Besides, I think we've got enough already. And you don't know who sent them?"
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"No idea," he confessed. "And the note doesn't exactly give anything away."
He plucked it from the bouquet and handed it over.
"Unless you can make more sense of it than I am?"
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"I know a few people prone to overdoing it. I don't see any reason why any of them would send me three dozen flowers," he replied, finally. "I don't exactly go out of my way to be a likeable person."
... Kanan, have you met you?
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Clearly Kanan didn't get many flowers.