uncertain_dume | MCA #3, Monday Morning

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MCA #3, Monday Morning

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.

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Wow didn't even begin to cover it, BDG.

And Summer's response was definitely a bit delayed, especially for a Summer-response, not because she was particularly busy at the store, but because she kind of needed to focus on remembering how to breathe again after laughing so hard. It wasn't even initially that bad, but then she went and looked at it again, and that made it worse, and then again, which made it even worse, and the next thing she knew, she was pretty sure she was dying.

And how do you even respond to that? Maybe, in a way, Grampa Rick had actually save Summer by stealing her away this weekend, because she almost died from the picture. She definitely would be a ghost haunting some clean-shaven bus driver's ~~flat~~ ass right now if she'd seen this in the flesh.

But, eventually, the response came:

No.

But it was followed almost immediately by:

Actually it's not all that bad. Who knew there was actually someone kinda cute hidden underneath all that bad hair?

But it was suuuuuper weird.

I was vaguely aware. Once this grows back, the cute's gone for good, though. Never again.

Another few moments, and then he added another text.

I look way too much like I did at fifteen.

This was bad for a few reasons. The very least of which being that, you know, he looked kinda fifteen. At least his jaw had filled out some since then?

And Summer briefly wondered if all of BDG's super-special-Jedi-power-thingies could pick up on a faint sympathetic smile and a mental head-pat over text, because both things were definitely there.

Want me to scour the shelves? Im sure there's got to be something here that might help with rapid hair growth. and if not: ski masks. or we should have a shipment of fake green beards coming in any day now for st. patricks day

She was a problem solver, that Summer. And, yeah, that face was definitely a problem.

Just what I need, a green beard.

... Well, according to the island he'd have a son with green hair someday, so that wasn't entirely outside of the realm of possibility.

I just need to keep my head down for a bit. Isn't like it takes too long to grow a bit of a beard back. The hair'll take a little longer, but... hell, I mostly wore it long so I could pull it tight back.

Maybe he'd luck out and stumble over a wallaby! Not that he knew what a wallaby was.

As a pretty staunch devotee to ponytails herself, Summer could understand that. Even if they were very clearly at completely different levels when it came to the ponytail game.

well, if you need anything just hit me up. And I can't say I'm not curious about this whole THING that happened, since I go whisked away on some stupid other dimension alien bullshit

Which only wound up sparking her irritation anew, so excuse the slight rant to follow, but, really, at least it would be a distraction from whatever possessed BDG to go all scorched-earth on his whole head.

btw, if YOU were to show up in a random portal at too-damn-early on a Saturday morning to DRAG your granddaughter away from her nice comfy apartment and take her to fuck-all space BUFU, wouldn't you at least IDK CALL FIRSt or skmething??

Blink.

Blink blink.

Actually, this was a welcome distraction, thank you, Summer.

I imagine so. Make sure she's dressed and showered or whatever."

Kanan, you knew Summer better than just about anyone, and with that meant knowing that if she was good for anything, it was pushing one messed up thing aside by distracting with another one.

Deflection was just a deeply ingrained part of her DNA.

RIIIIIGHT? But that's my grandpa for you, I guess, rude af, and I didn't even get a 'oh, thanks, summer, looks like you save my ass yet again!' No. He just dropped me off right at work, so long, dont let the portal hit your butt on the way down.

Rude.

Well, at least we both know you're a lifesaver.

Case in point, this was a much needed distraction.

Hey, and it was a two-way street! Because this was easily distracting Summer from her own out of stock reports, ordering demands, and that she still smelled faintly of something that could best be described as raspberries gone a little too long past their best-by date.

I should get a medal or something. And extra pancakes next time. Because they don't have pancakes in fuck-all space BUFU.

Pause.

OR flatcakes.

Extra pancakes to make up for the total lack this weekend, sure. My treat.

For, you know, thank-you-for-the-distraction reasons.

We can do another flying lesson after, if you want. In this system. I'm not going home again at least until my beard grows back in.

Too, too Caleb.

Your galaxy thanks you greatly for that one.

It. Was. Weird. He looked, like, Mormon or something. Like they would head out into to space with the intention of knocking on doors and handing out pamphlets.

We could always hit up somewhere out my way, too, you know. especially since grampa rick definitely owes me a favor now. key there is going to be finding a place that's actually nice and, you know, not terrible.

I can actually handle terrible, but I have to admit, a little nice would be a great change of pace right about now. Not that the weekend itself was bad, admittedly...

Just the coming back from it. Realizing the person he could be right now without a head fogged with guilt and pain and fear.

Your call, I'm just the guy with the ship.

And the weirdly innocent looking face. That face had no business being his face right now.

Hey, with your new baby-smooth face, I could probably convincingly sneak you onto Gazorpazorp without you getting murdered if we jump on it real quick.

Summer actually had absolutely no desire to return the Gazorpazorp ever again in her lifetime for a multitude of reasons, but the opportunity to imagine decking BDG all out as a convincing lady was just too good to pass up.

But at least we got spring break coming up, that should help cover some nice. I'll look into it a little, though, see if there's not something before them. I know a planet that's literally just all cotton candy and ice cream and chocolate.

My face might be an easier sell, but you've heard me talk, right?

It was hard to sell 'convincing lady' with a baritone like his.

Cotton candy and ice cream and chocolate seems a bit more my speed right now, admittedly.

Oh, well, that was easy, too. That'd just be when BDG would just feign being all offended and embarrassed while Summer informed anyone who brought it up that it was a very sensitive issue and they should can it because you didn't see her going around pointing out their unibrows or uneven bangs or how their whole ensemble looked like it was put together in the dark by a blind Gromflomite. And that'd be the last they'd hear of it, because they'd all be too busy being eviscerated by those sick buuuuurns.

But, since Summer could actually go the whole rest of her life without ever setting foot on Gazorpagorp again, she wasn't going to bother with that defense, and focused on the important stuff, instead.

When AREN'T those things more your speed, BDG?

Okay, she had him there. Kanan grinned a little in spite of everything as he tapped out his reply.

I'm trying to cut back. I can't help it if all my friends are enablers who know where all the best cupcakes live.

And here I thought maybe all those crazy mystical space powers might include something like idk DISCIPLINE.

Summer gave it a second more before adding:

Maybe I should find a planet entirely of celery and carrot sticks instead.

But not corn, apparently.

She still didn't want to know why that was such a big deal.

Discipline was supposed to come with the second half of my training.

This was patently untrue.

I'll take celery and carrot sticks too, sure. Sounds like less fun than ice cream, though.

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