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MCA #3, Wednesday Morning
Jun. 6th, 2018 06:06 amKanan had gone to bed last night satisfied with the direction his week seemed to be headed. Already Tuesday and he'd mustered the will to ask a Master for any help she could give him in getting him back on the right track, and his new favorite recreational activity had traded in the Bloodwine selection for a juice bar. He'd set his new training remote by his holocron in a drawer in the room he shared with Hera, and he'd just sort of collapsed into bed, pleasantly exhausted, after putting forth minimal effort to at least shrug out of his armor and remove his weapons.
Caleb had woken up the next morning, still clothed in his robes, blinking hazily up at the ceiling. Mygeeto had been... eventful. He'd gotten his first kill in battle, and there had been no glory or satisfaction in it-- only the chewing hurt that had come in the wake of the pain and fear and anger he'd felt when Sear had killed Stance with a sudden shot to the back. Yesterday had involved a battle, and then a funeral, and then an emergency trip back home so that Master Billaba could heal up after her fight with Grievous. He'd collapsed in bed without so much as changing, and so waking up today still wearing his robes was more or less to be expected.
Less expected was the pair of Twi'lek lekku that he first saw when he opened his eyes. Caleb blinked at them blearily in the dim morning light. Had he stumbled into Sammo's bed by mistake? No way, Sammo would never let him live that down. But then the dog jumped up onto the bed to join them, having noticed he was awake, and--
There wasn't really much else for it. Kanan Jarrus had fallen in to the bed last night, and this morning, with a start, Caleb Dume was unceremoniously falling out of it.
"Ow."
[OOC: For she who lives there!]
Caleb had woken up the next morning, still clothed in his robes, blinking hazily up at the ceiling. Mygeeto had been... eventful. He'd gotten his first kill in battle, and there had been no glory or satisfaction in it-- only the chewing hurt that had come in the wake of the pain and fear and anger he'd felt when Sear had killed Stance with a sudden shot to the back. Yesterday had involved a battle, and then a funeral, and then an emergency trip back home so that Master Billaba could heal up after her fight with Grievous. He'd collapsed in bed without so much as changing, and so waking up today still wearing his robes was more or less to be expected.
Less expected was the pair of Twi'lek lekku that he first saw when he opened his eyes. Caleb blinked at them blearily in the dim morning light. Had he stumbled into Sammo's bed by mistake? No way, Sammo would never let him live that down. But then the dog jumped up onto the bed to join them, having noticed he was awake, and--
There wasn't really much else for it. Kanan Jarrus had fallen in to the bed last night, and this morning, with a start, Caleb Dume was unceremoniously falling out of it.
"Ow."
[OOC: For she who lives there!]
