Office #3, Friday

[uncertain_dume]

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.

[OOC: Open!]

Comments

[thatwaslucky]

Rey had promised to call and save him, but she also didn't know how timing was going to work today or whether Kanan would have even seen anyone yet.

Well, if a rescue was needed later, she could always call back.

Ring, ring.

[somethingwithturquoise]

At some point in the day, Kanan would receive a text, because, apparently, his cell was blowin' up this Friday.

Pro-tip: totally quit your day job and be a model.

Could he sense sarcasm through text? Summer was going to trust that he could sense sarcasm through text, because this text was basically dripping with it.

[usual_suspects]

Funny Kanan should worry about it walking into his office.

Call it curiosity - Darth Vowrawn was interested in a Jedi that would teach a Sith. Even if it was teaching charity, which just amused him.

So, here he was, looking around the office in amusement. "Jedi Jarrus, is it?" he asked politely.