MCA #3, Monday Morning

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Kanan hadn't really intended to last night, but there'd been a dog and a busy work shift and a lot of thinking to do with not a whole hell of a lot of answers, and while his day had ended with him falling asleep on the couch wondering why the hell a Jedi would carry a blaster and hide his lightsaber, this morning had brought a certain sort of clarity to the answer that had led to a good few minutes biting back the rising taste of bile in his throat as the last ten years of his life all caught up to him again.

He was dimly aware that maybe he should check on people. Make sure Hera was doing fine, call up Kaidan and let hm know he had checked back in, mentally. Do the same with Jack and Kitty and see how Eliot was faring after the weekend. But instead he was just sort of sitting on the couch, eyes shut, hands buried in his too-short hair while he quietly reminded himself that Jedi didn't hate, even if in this moment, he very thoroughly hated this island, this morning, and the person he'd become, instead of the person he apparently could have been.

... And his hair.

[OOC: Open!]

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[futurespacemom]

Hera woke up that morning, took a minute or two to realize that everything was fine, then realized Kanan wasn't in bed and went looking for him.

It didn't take long to find him.

"Well...that's a look."

That hadn't mysteriously disappeared on Monday, apparently.

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"It's very..." Kanan was quiet for a few moments, scraping his mind for words. He settled on, "Caleb."

Fitting enough, he supposed. Inconvenient.

He ran his fingers through his hair and heaved a sigh.

"But hair grows."

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"it does," Hera agreed. She sat next to him and wrapped an arm around his waist. "You grew it once, you can grow it again."

Or get extensions.

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... He was not getting extensions.

Kanan sighed and leaned against her, nodding a bit.

"Yeah, I'm not worried about that," he admitted. "Might have to do a few missions on the ship or wearing a bucket where I can, though."

At least until his beard came back in some.

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"We'll find some of those," Hera agreed, leaning right back. "Or get you a mask or something. Pretend you're Kel Dor," she teased.

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"Pretend I'm Vidian," Kanan countered, raising his eyebrows. "Wouldn't that be fun?"

... No.

Never.

Not in any reality for any reason.

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"No," Hera said firmly. "You could just wear an envirosuit the whole time, with the face polarized."

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"Nothing screams 'subtle' like an envirosuit, huh?" Kanan smirked faintly, a strangely boyish expression on his face right then. "... It's going to take months to grow that beard out again."

His lament, Hera. Kanan's life was hard, dammit.

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"You could buy some bantha hide and glue it to your face."

Sorry, Kanan; it was hard to be too serious when you were this adorable.

She laughed. "Not a solution, I know. Maybe a wig?"

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"A wig?" Kanan looked utterly unconvinced that a wig was the route he wanted to take, here. "I think maybe I'll just... go on living with my bad decisions, instead."

It was so drafty on his chin.

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Hera laughed and patted that naked, naked chin. "It'll grow back in. You'll be fine. Meanwhile, I'll have less hair up against my lekku at night. It won't be the end of the world."

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"Oh, good," Kanan laughed, a little self-consciously. "If me shaving is what kicks off the actual end of the world, then I clearly was never aware of just how powerful I actually have been all this time."

Her haaaand had been on his faaaaaace. Yessssss.

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"We're only lucky you haven't done it before," Hera said, smiling.

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"And now I have a secret weapon," Kanan quipped.

Yup. His slightly stubbly babyface.

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"The Empire will fall at your feet," Hera said, amused.

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"Space, we should be so lucky."

Wouldn't that be nice? Overthrow the Empire, maybe nerve himself up to asking the girl if she's interested in giving a relationship a try...

"I don't know, Hera. That seems like too much power for one man to have."

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"I'd be willing to chance it," Hera said. "But until we're sure about that, maybe just lay low for a bit instead."