Office Hours, Office #3, Friday

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Okay, so Kanan had been a bit lax when it came to holding his office hours, this term. In his defense, he'd been a cat for much of it so far. And for the rest... eh. He hadn't cared enough to bother. He was still contemplating just taking off for somewhere else, after all. That galaxy they kept hitting, the one with the Krogans (and their liquor), seemed familiar in a distant sort of way, a mix of humans and a host of other alien people that... well... he didn't recognize, but it still seemed more like home than here.

Shame he'd spent all of last night drinking the ryncol (bad idea) instead of plotting his escape to a reality that at least sort of made sense. And shame they were apparently parked on some place with entirely too much cheese now. Kanan had been hosting a hangover all through class that morning, and when it came time to leave... it was bright out. Not great for a headache. And everything stank of cheese. And Kanan liked cheese, but the thought of going out there made him want to curl up and die a little, so he'd retreated to his office, instead. Preferably to wait out the hangover.

How that turned into meditating as the morning progressed was anybody's best guess. Master Kenobi was rubbing off on him, maybe. And nobody needed to know that he wasn't just sitting with his eyes closed. Letting his consciousness drift and explore however the Force nudged it was...

It was okay. It beat paying attention to the hangover and the sun and the cheese, anyway.

[OOC: Open office, why not!]

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"Depends what he's meditating on," Bob immediately answered. "I can think of a few fun things to occupy your mind with."

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That actually got an amused little snort out of Kanan. Well done, Bob!

"Well, sure, anybody can come up with that if they really put their minds to it. Or whatever else to it. But if I'm going to do that, I'm not going to be doing it in my office at the school, Bob."

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"Mm, point," Bob agreed. "So what are you doing here, then? It's not as if any of the little darlings ever show up here."

Bob loved his students. Really.

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"Avoiding the sun and the stink of cheese until the nausea and the headache ease off a little more," Kanan admitted. "Being drunk is great. The mornings after, not so much. Maybe one of these days I'll even decide that I'm no match for the ryncol and not bother."

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"That's what water's for," Bob said. "Or magic. Or not drinking, I suppose, but where's the fun in that?"

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"It's no fun at all," Kanan said easily, though the look on his face suggested that maybe he was second-guessing that one a little. "And I don't do magic. We can't all be wizards."

Said the Padawan who had just been letting his consciousness roam free.

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"Your loss." Bob shrugged. "That leaves you with water, then."

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"I suppose it does," Kanan sighed, and then, from where he was sitting on the floor, he held his hand out toward the water bottle. "Uhn. Too far."

He was not going to use the Force as an excuse to be lazy, here. It was damn near a miracle that Obi-Wan had him meditating as it was.

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Bob snorted. "Well, don't look at me." He swiped at the bottle, his hand going right through it.

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"I spent ten minutes before class this morning just vomiting shades of purple," Kanan noted, wrinkling his nose. "I guess this is how I die. Hung over from Krogan liquor, being mocked by a ghost."

Being properly overdramatic. If listlessly so.

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"I could probably manage a tiny violin if it would help," Bob offered. After all, the sound didn't have to match the visual part.

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"Is that an Earth thing?" Kanan glanced at Bob, and then grudgingly started to pull himself to his feet. "I'm guessing that's an Earth thing. But I'm sure I would've been properly annoyed and/or scandalized if I knew what it was."

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"Musical instrument, very poignant," Bob explained. "Size proportionate to the amount of actual sympathy it's played with."

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"Ah, so it was a sarcastic Earth thing," Kanan decided, nodding once and reaching for his water. "Good to know. I'll remember that one."

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"You do that. Plenty more where it came from," Bob said.

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"You're far too kind, Bob." Kanan took a long drink, and then, setting the bottle down, he sat on the top of his desk instead of returning to the floor. "A guy could almost get the impression you care, you know."

There, look, Kanan could also employ sarcasm!

[nuclear_snide]

"There's caring, then there's letting you deal with the consequences of your own actions." Bob absolutely cared, but Kanan had done this to himself, after all.

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Kanan gave a wry huff of a laugh.

"I guess I deserved that," he admitted. "Fortunately, we're free from the siren call of the ryncol, again."

Force help him if they ever found themselves on another planet in that galaxy, though.

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"I don't think there are any cheese-based alcohols, so you're down to only the bars in town, then," Bob said. If that wasn't enough to get drunk on...

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"Which I might steer clear of for a while," Kanan noted. "... After that drinking games class tonight. But that's social drinking. Totally different creature."

Sure, he'd been drinking in public with the ryncol both times, too, but that was less about the company and more about getting completely blasted.

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"It'll still get you drunk," Bob pointed out. In case there was any doubt.

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"Sure," Kanan agreed, "but socially drunk. And the hangovers from the local alcohols aren't half as bad as that Krogan stuff, anyway. I really don't think human anatomy was taken into consideration when they came up with ryncol."

Yeah, that was his problem, sure thing.

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"They're not human, so why would they?" Bob pointed out.

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"Exactly," Kanan replied, grinning. "I just meant that some races do try to take cross-compatibility in mind when they're in a place that gets other species coming through. Better for marketing. The Krogans aren't merchants, they're warriors. That shows in their wares, no doubt about that."

This was what Kanan had picked up about them based on their alcohol. That probably said volumes about how often he drank, how much he thought about the people around him, or both.

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It said good things, mostly. The puking said more about the rest.

"Given what I saw of their environment, it's not surprising," Bob said.