MCA #3, Saturday Morning

[uncertain_dume]

Well, this was an awkward way to wake up.

That was the first thought through his head as he realized he wasn't in the bed alone. There was somebody else in that bed with him - lekku, warm to the touch, a Twi'lek, though he couldn't dredge up a name for her if his life depended on it - and just the fact that he was waking up half-curled around a person whose name he couldn't even remember was enough to jolt him awake just that little bit more.

There was something at the food of the bed, too and a quick glance down didn't betray much in the dim morning light beyond that it was some kind of animal, maybe the Twi'lek girl's pet? Which meant that he was definitely the one intruding here. Made sense. He didn't recognize the room, either. Couldn't even remember the situation that put him here in the first place.

Hell, he must've been pretty drunk last night, then. Couldn't remember the girl, the place, how he even got to be here...

His own name...?

"Wait, what?"

Oh, he had a bad feeling about this.

[OOC: For that lovely green lady! Or any visitors that might take place after the Hera thread!]

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[futurespacemom]

"How do you know that?" she asked. She looked at the wolf a bit warily, but it didn't seem to be causing trouble. It could keep sleeping.

[uncertain_dume]

He shook his head a little.

"Just a feeling I have," he replied. "Like things are a bit confused, but safe all the same."

He glanced back at her for a moment, and then shifted to plant his feet on the floor, noting with some relief that he was at least wearing trousers, even if he didn't seem to have a shirt on. He took a moment to rake his fingers through his hair to smooth it back out of his face again, and then started poking around the room, trying to get his bearings.

"Have you got a name at all? I'm afraid mine seems to be evading me at the moment."

Which was... disconcerting. But didn't feel new. Hm.

[futurespacemom]

"I'm sure I do," she answered. "What it is, I couldn't say." She eyed him dubiously, unsure if she should trust his feeling. "What's the last thing you remember?"

[uncertain_dume]

He opened his mouth. Hesitated a moment. Shut it again and shook his head.

"Waking up this morning, I'm afraid." A glance toward the window. "Assuming it's morning. I feel well enough rested, I'm going to say it's close enough. You?"

[futurespacemom]

"The same," she agreed with a sigh. She got out of bed - at least she was also dressed - and went to look out the window.

[uncertain_dume]

"Anything interesting out there?" He started pulling open drawers, grimacing when he realized that he was most definitely looking in one of hers, and then reoriented himself to the other dresser. "In here, we've got clothes that I assume are yours."

Another drawer.

"And mine." A pause as his eye caught on a small metal cube, large enough to sit comfortably in the palm of his hand. Huh.

He grabbed a clean shirt and pulled it on. He'd worry about the rest in a minute.

"So either we've been here for some time and this memory trouble is new, or this room was waiting for us." Another look at the wolf. "He seems comfortable enough. With the room and with us."

[futurespacemom]

"Buildings and a small city," she said with a shrug. She looked back and eyed him searching through the clothes. "I don't know how I feel about that. If it's waiting for us, I mean."

[uncertain_dume]

"I'm having difficulty imagining why it would be," he offered. He shut the dresser drawer again and looked around. "For what it's worth, this place looks lived in."

Maybe not so much by him. Most things in this room didn't seem like anything that would catch his interest. There was armor slung over a chair. That was probably his; it seemed too large for her, anyway.

[futurespacemom]

"I suppose so." She gave the wolf a large berth and went over to 'her' dresser. "I'd like to know why we can't remember anything, though."

[uncertain_dume]

"And I wish I had answers for you," he replied gently, making his way back toward the bed, reaching out to stroke the animal experimentally. Stance gave his tail a thump, and his ears perked forward a little.

He smiled a bit, in spite of everything.

[futurespacemom]

She watched him. "He doesn't seem dangerous," she conceded. "Do you think he's a pet of some sort?"

[uncertain_dume]

"If he's sleeping on our feet," he leaned back with an amused grin as the wolf thing looked up at him, and then gave him a big, stupid smile. "... Yeah, he's definitely a pet of some sort. Apparently one of us has a... teacup wolf."

Stance was hardly teacup anything.

Well.

Compared to wolves from home...

[futurespacemom]

"It seems like an odd pet to have." She tentatively held out a hand to him. "He's very colorful, though." She smiled. "And that face is adorable, it's true."

He was clearly a good, good boy.

[uncertain_dume]

"I kind of want to just..."

Oh, heck. What even was impulse control? He was absolutely reaching out to squish that wolfy face around.

The wolf didn't seem to mind. At all.

[futurespacemom]

She laughed. "Okay, clearly he's a pet. He could have bitten your hands off, you know."

[uncertain_dume]

"He wouldn't have," he replied with the same certainty he'd given his earlier statements about being safe. "I mean, if he wanted to do that, he would have while we were sleeping, right?"

The little wolf was getting a scratch behind the ears for being such a good sport about that squishy face thing.

[futurespacemom]

"He could've just been waiting."

He probably was. For food and pets.

She reached out carefully and petted him, though.

"So, we're here for some reason, we have a miniature wolf, and we have no idea who we are. We should probably figure that out."

[uncertain_dume]

"Well, so far I've found out that I wear shirts," he reported. "And... uh. I know where your underwear lives."

He cleared his throat, gesturing at the drawer in question.

"Sorry about that."

[futurespacemom]

She screwed up her nose at him. "Well, it's not like you knew better. Though if I find out you're faking amnesia, I'll kick in your knees."

She didn't think that was likely.

[uncertain_dume]

"And I'm just conveniently faking it at the same time you actually have it?" He was amused in spite of himself, there. "I'd have it coming."

His knees would be fine.

[futurespacemom]

"You would," she agreed.

[uncertain_dume]

"Seems like a lot of effort just to have a chance to peek into your underwear drawer," he pointed out, smiling a bit sheepishly.

... Especially given that they apparently shared a bed.

[futurespacemom]

"Maybe I have really great underwear." She was trying not to laugh. No underwear would be worth the effort, plus even if she didn't know herself, she didn't think she was the fancy-underwear type.

[uncertain_dume]

By some miracle, he didn't immediately suggest they investigate to find out.

Personal growth! Respect! Well done, Kanan!

"Maybe, but great underwear's less exciting when it's neatly folded in a drawer anyway."

... Well, it was marginally better.

[futurespacemom]

"Good answer," she said, grinning.

"Well, should we see what's on the other side of that door?"

The open one they hadn't gone through yet?