Kanan Jarrus, The Last Padawan (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
uncertain_dume) wrote2018-09-16 09:18 pm
uncertain_dume) wrote2018-09-16 09:18 pm
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MCA #3, Sunday Evening
Kanan was in a pretty good mood tonight, all things considered. His day at work had been... not uneventful, but not terrible. The mynocks had been a bit of a hydrospanner in the works, sure, but those had been relocated back into the freezer more or less without incident, and as much as he dreaded the idea that Summer and Sabine were friends now, it was a welcome sort of dread. A fun sort of dread?
Hell, he trusted them both. Sure, he trusted them both to give him a difficult time, but that was an important part of their dynamic.
Or something.
He shrugged as he cut a piece of meat from the steak he was preparing in the kitchen, tossing it casually to the dog who was waiting patiently a few feet away.
"Yeah, yeah," Kanan chuckled, shaking his head at Stance. "I already know you'd help Summer do any crazy thing she wants. She's amassing an army and I'm doomed."
He seemed pretty okay with this, really.
[OOC: Open!]
Hell, he trusted them both. Sure, he trusted them both to give him a difficult time, but that was an important part of their dynamic.
Or something.
He shrugged as he cut a piece of meat from the steak he was preparing in the kitchen, tossing it casually to the dog who was waiting patiently a few feet away.
"Yeah, yeah," Kanan chuckled, shaking his head at Stance. "I already know you'd help Summer do any crazy thing she wants. She's amassing an army and I'm doomed."
He seemed pretty okay with this, really.
[OOC: Open!]
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