uncertain_dume | Office Hours, Office #3, Wednesday

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Office Hours, Office #3, Wednesday

Some crazy person had given Kanan an office.

Okay, some crazy person had given Kanan a job, and with the job came an office, to better facilitate the whole 'doing the job' thing that was apparently a part of his life now. Still the fact remained, here was Kanan, and here was Kanan's office. So, no better time than the present to contemplate what lapse in judgment had led to this. Kanan had even brought a cup of coffee - he still hadn't figured out where to find the real caf on the island - and his notes for his lesson plans.

He would thank anybody walking by his office to not point out the fact that those notes were currently written on napkins. He'd been sort of forced to improvise, having found his way to the island with precisely nothing at all. But now he'd liberated a stack of paper from the main office and was transcribing his notes to the best of his ability. It probably would have been an easier task without the grease stains from the Mooby fries, granted.

Like most other aspects of Kanan's life these days, it was a work in progress.

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"Oh, he's already told me point-blank that my class is a waste of his time," Kanan snorted, shaking his head. "He was there yesterday all the same, though he didn't contribute to the conversation. I have no doubt that there's more going on there than he's letting on, but I'm not exactly holding my breath for cooperation."

He set his pen down and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Had he ever been like this? He knew he had been a handful for Master Billaba, but...

"I'm going to have to attempt to engage him again, I know that. But I honestly don't think he trusts me enough to answer questions like that. I know I wouldn't."

"You could always challenge him to a duel. Who can lay the lowest?" Bob said. "If he thinks he's better than you, make him prove it."

Well, that certainly got the corner of Kanan's mouth to twitch.

"He'll have his work cut out for him, there," he noted. "He doesn't strike me as the kind of kid who has a point to prove when it comes to authority figures, though. He just strikes me as angry about something he isn't willing to talk about. Still... it might be an interesting conversation. I really do want him to leave this workshop with more at his disposal than he started. I want that for all of them."

Mostly. Maybe. He still wasn't sure what to make of the Imperial girl. Her presence in the room made Kanan twitchy, just the slightest bit. Even if her story about being a dancer checked out, Imperial Center was a corner of the galaxy he wanted absolutely nothing to do with.

"Mm. Well," Bob said, "you can't teach anyone who refuses to be taught. All you can do is badger them till they leave or give in."

Okay, that got Kanan smirking faintly, right there.

"What, you don't believe in teaching people the hard way? Important lessons learned about how important it is to learn your lessons, that sort of thing?"

Kanan was really not the badgering sort. Seemed like too much effort.

"Oh, absolutely!" Bob shrugged, but looked just slightly grim. "They don't listen, hopefully they live to come back and listen the second time."

He only badgered the ones he cared about. Harry.

He sighed. "You really can't teach the ones that won't listen, unfortunately."

Well, that was insight that Kanan didn't necessarily want to hear from a guy whose name he didn't even know yet. He frowned a little, looking less grim than Bob, but definitely feeling it in some part of him that he didn't even want to admit existed. Damn that part of him that cared. It was safer to just not.

Hell, he'd been raised to not, in a sense. Mostly in ways that he ignored blatantly now, but those teachings were all in there somewhere, deep down, too.

"I suppose I can't," he settled on, finally. "But I can talk at them, and maybe they'll remember that I said something when it actually matters. That's going to have to be better than never having heard it at all, until I can figure out a way to get through to him."

Bob was a super-cheery ray of sunshine, really.

"Sometimes they remember more than you think," he said. "And sometimes less, but those are usually the idiots, and I don't think he's one. Dante was a lot of things, but if he were as stupid as he sometimes acted, Bob didn't think he would be here.

"You could simply try an ultimatum - if he doesn't want to be there, he can leave; if he stays, he's got to at least pretend to learn."

He smirked. "That way, he can actually learn while he's acting like it's all a pretense. It saves face."

"... Huh."

That actually sounded like a decent idea, even to Kanan, who was usually pretty skeptical about that sort of thing.

"If it comes to butting heads with him again, that might have to be exactly what I do," he mused, blinking. "Thanks."

Bob beamed. "Think nothing of it. And no giving advance warning, squirrels!" he called out. You never knew, it might work.

Dare to dream the dream, Bob.

"So, who do I have to thank for the stroke of genius that might save my first teaching job, exactly?"

Bob grinned. "Hrothbert of Bainbridge, at your service." He bowed. "Call me Bob. I'm your next-door neighbour." He gestured toward the wall that separated their offices. "You?"

"Kanan Jarrus," came the reply as he pulled himself to his feet and offered Bob a handshake. "Exceptionally lost, but at least I managed to find my new office. I'm willing to consider that a win, these days."

He'd take 'em where he could get 'em.

"Any win, no matter how small, is a victory." Bob smirked and held out his hand. Because he was a troll.

And so, Kanan leaned over his desk for that handshake...

... And nearly toppled over the front of it. He didn't, because his reflexes were at least a little better than that, but it was a near thing.

"What the--"

This was definitely one of Kanan's less than graceful moments.

Bob just smirked.

And Kanan squinted, waving his hand at Bob's hand for a moment before leaning back again.

"Okay, either I'm standing in my office with a very convincing holo," he said, "or... uh."

Look, he knew ghosts could be a thing. And he hadn't had any reason to not think that Bob was standing right there in front of him until his hand had gone through the man. But just saying it was a different thing entirely.

"Or?" Bob asked, curious what the option was. "And what's a holo?"

"Or you're completely non-corporeal," Kanan finished, "because I'm not accepting 'or I'm crazy' as a possibility, here."

He was stubborn that way. But at least fairly certain of his own sanity.

"And a holo is... like an illusion, I guess. A three-dimensional projection that's technological in nature. If any of that makes any sense."

"Oh, yes. Short for hologram, or something like that?" Bob guessed. That seemed to make sense. "But no, right the first time." He stepped through the desk. "Non-corporeal."

"Short for hologram," Kanan confirmed, watching Bob walk through the desk with interest. "So, uh, mind if I ask what the non-corporeal... thing... is all about?"

He wasn't entirely certain he wanted an answer, but he supposed people had warned him that this place was going to be full of surprises...

Bob raised an eyebrow at him. "It's about being dead, mostly. Are there other reasons - no, don't answer that. This is Fandom." He waved off his almost-question.

"It's mostly the Fandom part that I was taking into consideration," Kanan admitted, raising an eyebrow back. "So... you're a ghost."

This was... new.

Then again, there were probably more ghosts in the galaxy than Jedi. So.

"I prefer 'vitality challenged human'," Bob said. Then, realising Kanan wouldn't really get the joke, "Never mind. Yes, a ghost."

Who was actually rather the opposite of new.

"Huh."

Most people would be a little more freaked out by this, Kanan.

"Well. It's good to meet you, Bob, however vitality challenged you are."

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