uncertain_dume | MCA #3, Saturday Morning

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MCA #3, Saturday Morning

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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Kanan chuckled as he watched the dog get his zooms out, smiling crookedly and shaking his head.

"Little excited, are you, buddy?"

Yeah, this was just Stance every day of the week.

"This isn't excited," Kaidan smirked at him, "This is his baseline. He's a very happy pup."

"Well... hell, if I had half his energy..." Kanan grinned a bit anyway. The enthusiasm, even at baseline, was pretty infectious.

"You usually do," Kaidan threw him a lopsided smile, "Sitting still is not your best skill, buddy."

"And now I'm afraid to ask what is," Kanan chuckled. He watched the dog pull another circuit around them. "I guess I'll remember soon enough."

"I'd say 'being a giant pain in my ass' but I'm worried you might not know I was kidding," Kaidan teased him, "Nah, man. You're a good friend. One of the best."

"Well, given that you and Hera are currently my only friends in the world, I should hope I'm at least decent at it," Kanan quipped.

Because leave it to that inner Caleb to joke over something like this.

"You have a lot more friends than just us, buddy. This weekend, though, most of 'em won't remember you any more than you remember them," Kaidan answered with a lopsided smile. "So yeah, I'd say you're more than decent at it. I mean, Jack likes you. She doesn't like many people."

Hadn't, anyway. Kaidan was kind of amused how she was basically starting her own pack on the island.

Kanan laughed a little at that.

"How many people just like me for my dog, then?"

Because really, he'd like him for his dog.

Kaidan leaned to bump his shoulder. "None. We like you for you and then we all get Stance as part of the package, so it's like, bonus dog."

He paused to pick up a fallen branch and hurled it down the street for Stance to go after.

"Bonus dog," Kanan echoed, grinning as he watched Stance take off after the stick. "Well, then I hope I do right by you all."

"Yeah, Kanan," Kaidan answered, "You do."

Stance returned with his stick prey and Kaidan leaned down to grab one end. He growled playfully back at Stance as he played tug with the branch, tail waving in the air like a fan. Eventually, Stance let him 'win' and Kaidan pitched the branch down the street again.

CIC in sight. Kaidan nodded to the building. "That's my place. Cupcakes are upstairs in the apartment."

It was reassuring that Stance was taking that stick right up to the door of the place and looking back at them both expectantly, wasn't it? Kanan was taking that as a good sign.

"Seems cozy," he offered. "What's it stand for?"

The C.I.C.

"Combat Information Center," Kaidan said, "It was what the command center on the Normandy, the ship I served on, was called."

He went up the stairs and scrubbed Stance's head. Then dug in a pocket for his keys and opened the door. "Come on in."

The apartment had changed a bit from the last time Kanan had seen it. Not that he'd remember that today anyway. Instead of a single large room, it was now a hallway dividing two bedrooms and leading into a common dining room and kitchen with a bathroom beyond.

On the dining room table was a white pastry box.

Huh. Military, then. Kanan looked at Kaidan thoughtfully, nodding as he picked it out in his bearing.

He wouldn't have known enough about the upstairs to comment about the renovation, no, but the pastry box grabbed his attention readily enough.

"I'm guessing that's where the cupcakes live, huh?"

Jedi intuition. Honest.

It wasn't subtle, what with the cargo pants, t-shirt, dog tags, combat boots..

Kaidan grinned at him. "Yes. That is where the cupcakes live. Go forth and investigate. Stance can have any that are white. If they're brown, they've chocolate in and it's bad for doggos."

Was he going to just lean against the wall and watch? Oh hell yes. This was going to be great.

Hey now. Precisely none of those things were military standard in Kanan's galaxy.

Maybe the combat boots.

Kanan gave Kaidan an amused look at that information, and took note of the fact that he'd set himself up there as a spectator.

"I see you're expecting a show," he joked, opening the box and looking at the selection of tiny cakes thoughtfully. He picked out one of those white ones, something with some kind of caramel drizzle on top of a mountain of icing, and stuck his finger into that caramel and icing so that he could try an experimental mouthful.

...

"Oh."

Kaidan grinned at him. "You were saying?" he teased, "I was there the other first time you had these. I kind of knew what to expect." He pushed off the wall and walked over to take the other chair.

Picked out a rum raisin cupcake and began peeling the paper off.

"You didn't have many sweets when you were growing up," Kaidan explained, "Only some of that had anything to do with Jedi ascetism. You enjoy them now, though you don't indulge nearly as often as I give you crap about."

"And that sounds like a confession," Kanan teased, grinning crookedly. "I'm going to remember you said that. Hopefully."

Ha! Not a sugar ant!

... Still a bit of a sugar ant.

Kaidan huffed a small laugh, "Yeah, well, you've been getting twitchy about it lately so I'm cutting back on giving you shit about it. I'm teasing you, not trying to make you feel bad. I mean, hell, Kanan, I'm usually the one who buys the cupcakes and gives them to you."

Enabler of the sugar ant. It was a very simple pleasure and it made Kanan happy.

Kanan chuckled at that, pulling up a chair and then glancing sidelong at Stance, who had parked himself beside him, looking up at him hopefully. Without even thinking he tore off half of the cake part - figured the icing was probably not great for him and kept all of that glorius buttercream for himself - and tossed it over to him.

Stance seemed to approve very much. Either because he liked cake in particular or eating in general, Kanan couldn't begin to wager a guess as to which.

"Definitely a confession, then," he decided. "Still, if it's bad enough to warrant teasing, a little more moderation might not hurt."

Moderation seemed like a Jedi thing he ought to be embracing anyway.

"Yeah, you've been giving that a try lately," Kaidan agreed, "The moderation thing."

He watched Stance eat the treat with a small grin. Pushing away from the table, Kaidan went to a cupboard and took down the box of dog treats and set it on the counter. "He's had his sweets. These are better for him." And, digging one out, he tossed it over for Stance to snap out of the air.

"We visit enough that he's got his own snacks, huh?" See Kanan. See Kanan grin in amusement. "No wonder he knows exactly where to go. He knows where the biscuits live."

"Pretty much, yeah," Kaidan said, "I usually keep at least one in a pocket somewhere. Stance knows who his friends are."

... That would be everybody. Stance thought everybody was his friend and he usually wasn't wrong.

"Sounds like he's a pretty lucky boy, then," Kanan decided, grinning. "Must have friends all over."

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