Office #3, Friday

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Kanan didn't spend much time in his office, these days. He supposed he ought to, but most students who needed him tended to be able to find him, either at the diner or on Fridays while he was training with his lightsaber.

This Friday... he was not going to be training with his lightsaber, no, and he'd messaged all the usual Friday suspects to tell them as much. If they needed him for anything besides, he was going to be in his office at the school, with a kettle of hot water on for tea, because... yeah, he was still not going to share his caf.

There was a bit of tidying to do, since he hadn't held office hours in roughly forever, so he busied himself with that while he waited for what he was sure was potentially impending disaster. He'd had to leave his blaster at home. His lightsaber was, of course, still in its component parts on his belt, because there was no way on Malachor he was going without after that one year where Vader had arrived on the island.

Ever.

Nope.

He hated Parents Weekend so much.

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"Unfortunate," Darth Vowrawn said. "Although now I'll have to try this 'coffee'."

And possibly send Kanan a care package of the Empire's best caf, just because. Maybe he could get Lana to deliver it and tell him about the reaction. Or even take a holo.

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It would probably sit on the shelf next to Hondo's regret caf. Forever.

Mistrusted.

"The Perk would be the place to go for that," Kanan supplied. "I could make some here, but it would be instant."

And even instant caf was sub-par, so.

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"Perhaps I'll try that, then." Not that he was making any move to leave just yet. He'd asked his questions, he could go, but he was enjoying his tea.

"Tell me, is there a reason everything here is in High Galactic?"

Yep, it was time for smalltalk. It was this or the weather, Kanan.

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Kanan... was now making smalltalk with the Sith.

Okay. He could do this.

Why the hell had he offered the man tea?

"The world isn't in our galaxy," he replied. "Apparently Aurebesh doesn't exist here at all. There are plenty of other written and spoken languages I've never heard of, but for some reason, Basic and High Galactic have some crossover."

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"Intriguing," Darth Vowrawn said. "I wonder why those and not the more common script. Tell me, what other similarities are there? Lana says they don't even have common space travel yet, and they're exclusively human. Do they have their own Force-users?"

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"None that I'm aware of," Kanan replied, "though they have legends and stories of magic that can resemble the Force, at times, right down to terminology like 'white' and 'black' magic."

Really, if that wasn't meant to be a parallel to the Light and the Dark, Kanan would be shocked.

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"Do they really?" Darth Vowrawn asked. "Perhaps I'll have Lana send me some of these stories."

He'd get the whole Dark Council hooked on American Horror Story, just watch. Or Charmed.

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Or Passions.

"It's entertaining enough, I suppose," Kanan noted, and now he was reaching for his tea again. Taking a few moments every now and then to keep Vowrawn's posh Inner Rim accent from slipping into his own speech patterns. Not that a Coruscanti accent was entirely similar; Vowrawn really liked to roll those Resh sounds. Still, it was a bit... much. "And not difficult to get one's hands on, even if the internet here is much, much smaller than the holonet back home."

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"Excellent. I'll have Miss Beniko keep an eye out for me, then."

They'd all end up following Stance on Instagram.

Darth Vowrawn regrettably finished his tea and looked into the cup with a faint sigh.

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Good call. His Instagram followers had way less drama than his Twitter ones did.

"I have no doubt she's up to the task."

Who had two thumbs and was absolutely not offering the Sith Lord more tea?

Yup. This guy.

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But the drama was at least half the fun!

Darth Vowrawn reached out and set his empty mug on Kanan's desk. "Well, I shouldn't take up any more of your time, I suppose. There are undoubtedly others that will also seek it."

He stood and smoothed his robes. "Thank you for the conversation, Jedi Jarrus. It has been most interesting."

A spark of mischief lit his eyes, and he held out his hand, mostly to see what Kanan would do.

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Kanan saw that spark, damn you Vowrawn, and reached his own hand out to clasp it in a handshake. A politely firm handshake.

Because he was a kriffing professional.

Who was going to crawl out of his skin and die at any moment.

"It's been a fascinating talk," he replied. "It's almost a shame this sort of thing doesn't happen more often."

Almost.

Almost.

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"Almost," Darth Vowrawn agreed. "Perhaps I'll write so you can keep me apprised of Miss Beniko's progress."

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Well. It was a step up from a holocall, anyway.

"Of course," Kanan replied. "And of course I would reply."

It would be his job.

He would have to take a lot of breaks while writing that letter in order to pace anxiously around the room.

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"I'm pleased to hear it."

He would absolutely write for the sheer perversity of it.

Darth Vowrawn nodded and gave Kanan a smile. "It's been good meeting you, Jedi Jarrus. Farewell."

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"It's been a pleasure," Kanan replied, his own smile... a little bit on the strained side. "Take care."

Pleasenevercomebackintohisofficeagain.

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"And the same to you." Darth Vowrawn nodded and headed out. If he were the type to whistle, he absolutely would have.