Kanan Jarrus, The Last Padawan (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
uncertain_dume) wrote2019-08-02 09:58 am
uncertain_dume) wrote2019-08-02 09:58 am
MCA #3, Friday Afternoon
... 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.]
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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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.
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Hey! It was a great earthy tone!
"... Industrial babyshit is probably the name of some heavy isotope band somewhere," Kanan decided. "And no, I'm not a fan."
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"Too bad neither of us is terribly musically inclined," Jack mused, "We could do that band name justice."
... No, Jack.
"So when do you want to go shopping, ickle?"
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"Uh," Kanan replied, blinking. "... I guess any time the island isn't outright attempting to kill us all dead."
He wasn't hauling back IKEA furniture while the sun was attacking, no.
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"Pfft, please, if you make that a condition, we'll never go shopping again," Jack said, scowling a little, "Kanan, this whole summer's been bullshit and I hate it."
Just in case you hadn't heard it the last fifty or so times she'd complained about that exact same thing.
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