Kanan Jarrus, The Last Padawan (
uncertain_dume) wrote2016-05-25 12:26 pm
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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.
[OOC: Office office office! Open!]
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.
[OOC: Office office office! Open!]
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He was willing to try a lot of things on the first date. Letting someone who was basically still a stranger take his body for a joyride? Nooooo.
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... A nice dinner and poetry would probably not be what it actually took, here.
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... He was kind of that kind of guy.
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Welcome to the other topic Bob could go on about for ages.
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"Well, it's good to know we've got that part clear," he replied. "You and me both, there. Something to keep in mind when you write that poetry, hm?"
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Which... no. Just no.
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Kanan squinted.
"That sounds a bit like a contradiction, to me. And I try to avoid the crazy when I can."