MCA #3, Friday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

... You know what? Kanan was an adventurous guy, sure. But not even having a magical raccoon tail that let him fly was enough incentive to go and stand in the park working on his lightsaber forms today. And so, after class, he made his way back home, avoiding the swooping sun and flying over the quicksand (thanks propeller butt) and just settling in on the floor in the living room to meditate.

With a dog in a frog suit jumping on him every so often, demanding playtime.

He took that in stride. Mostly, he was getting increasingly more worried about Rey. As the day wore on without another check-in, he was seriously edging toward getting Chopper to help slice his phone to see if he could pinpoint exactly which reality he was going to have to get himself a Portalocity ticket to. One week of silence, he could reason away with things being a little more exciting than usual on Jakku. Two weeks? That was unlike Rey.

If nothing else, maybe she just needed a new phone?

He could hope it was that.

Hell, it wasn't that, was it?

[OOC: Open for calls or if you have any reason to be visiting his apartment! CW: Thread with Jack contains frank talk of alcoholism and self-destructive behaviour.]

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[biotic_psychotic]

"Good, be selfish," Jack laughed at him, "about damn time you learned you're able to have things for yourself and not like.. some ascetic monk who drinks yak-butter tea or some shit."

So. You know. Like most Jedi.

"And someday you'll get some actual furniture up in this bitch. Kanan, what the hell?"

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Kanan glanced around the living room. A sofa. A coffee table.

Hera kinda insisted they be there.

"... What? It's fine to me?"

It was way too much to keep track of.

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Jack arched an eyebrow, "Yeah, because you were raised like the aforesaid ascetic monk. One of these days, I'm taking you shopping."

Run, Kanan.

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Kanan paused for a long moment at that.

"This isn't going to end with me trying to put together furniture for a week, is it?"

Because he remembered Kaidan's IKEA haul, Jack.

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Be lucky you hadn't been tagged in for hers. "I don't know," Jack smirked at him, "How fast can you put together furniture?" She bumped his shoulder with hers, "Nah. We'll get you some shit for the walls and another chair, maybe a dining table and chairs."

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"I had a perfectly good dining table until the shark storm," Kanan muttered.

He'd just fixed that wobbly leg, too.

"... What would I put on the walls?"

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"And that was how long ago?" Jack asked pointedly. "Art, Kanan. You put art on the walls. Pictures of things you like to look at."

Beat.

"So, you know, we should probably frame some pictures of Hera." Mostly teasing. Hera lived here too, after all, and she might be confused to see her own face on the walls.

Beat.

"Maybe a Tooka. Kaidan got a really good shot of you with a stuffed Tooka in your mouth.."

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Ahem. Kanan wasn't blushing. Shut up.

"... Please don't make me stare at myself as a tooka for the rest of my time on the island, Jack. I already have a portrait of me that way in my office, you know."

Thanks, Sabine!

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"Wait, you do?" Jack laughed, "How have I never seen this? I haven't seen your office, now I'm gonna have to go look at it. But fine, fine, no Tooka. You can change art around, you know. Isn't like you glue it to the walls, Kanan."

Beat.

"You don't. Use glue, I mean. You put in a nail or tack and the back of the frame has a wire you hang it from. We can get you pictures of like, your ship or something instead. Maybe the Ghost too. Yeah?"

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"Sabine painted it there, it's on the inside of my office door," Kanan sighed. It was him, at the Homecoming carnival, soaked and miserable.

It was adorable.

"But I think Hera would like that. The Ghost, I mean..."

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"So we get some shots of it in orbit, yeah? Not difficult," Jack shrugged, "Get some of the Escape too, nice nebula backdrop or some shit, make it artsy."

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"'Artsy,'" Kanan echoed, looking amused. "You know somebody with a good camera?"

A photographer, he was not. "I suppose I could ask Sabine to paint them both. She's probably hurting for something to do when the island isn't trying to kill us all."

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"You have a good camera on your phone, dork," Jack smirked at him, "Almost everyone does these days. You could go mural if you want."

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"I could what."

Kanan.

Kanan, honey.

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"Mural? Having someone paint the things right onto the wall? Or were you thinking of having them painted on canvas and then hang them up?" Jack was kind of getting into this idea.

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"... I was thinking canvas, but really, this is Sabine. Odds are I'd get as far as 'paint' and the whole apartment would be redecorated already."

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"Couldn't hurt," Jack shrugged, "Beige and babyshit brown aren't much for a color motif, ickle. Unless hotels are your thing. Even an accent wall would make it look nicer."

She'd been watching way, wayyyyy too many home improvement shows. It was something to do instead of sleeping.

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Another long pause.

"A what, Jack?"

Kanan didn't watch much TV.

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She waved a hand at one wall, "One wall, painted a different and brighter color than the other walls. It's an accent wall. Makes it.. I don't know.. brighter or some shit. Fuck, Kanan, do I look like an artist? It's on TV."

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"Hell, Jack, I don't know, I'm not the one talking about accent walls." Kanan smirked a little. "You should see my room on the Ghost."

It was dismal.

There was no other word for it.

[biotic_psychotic]

"You should see mine on the Normandy," she fired back. It was.. probably just as bad. "But you got a friend who paints so what's your fucking excuse, ickle?"

Take that, little brother.

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Kanan blinked, and then actually laughed a little.

"That ascetic upbringing you were just giving me shit about."

He figured it was a good excuse, anyway.

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"I mean, you can let me keep giving you shit about that forever," Jack grinned, "I'm okay with that. Orrrr you could maybe talk to your friend."

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"We'll see what Hera things," Kanan decided. "It's her place, too, after all."

... She would probably appreciate having more furniture, at least, Kanan.

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"Nobody in their right mind likes industrial babyshit brown, Kanan," Jack pointed out. "Even you don't wear it."

Babyshit green was another story.