Kanan Jarrus, The Last Padawan (
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Voicemail / Disclaimer
"This is Kanan. If I didn't pick up the comm, I probably don't want to talk to you. If you think you can change my mind, go on, leave a message."
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Disclaimer: In creating this journal, the author has assumed the identity of a fictional person for use in the role-playing game Fandom High, for the sole purpose of entertainment, without intending to obtain a benefit or to injure or defraud either the creator(s) of the fictional person, or any reader of this content. The author does not purport to be the creator of the fictional person, or to be affiliated with the creator, or with any person or entity with an interest in the fictional person. The author does not claim to be the person who is being used as the graphical representation of that fictional person, nor intend to obtain a benefit or to injure or defraud that person by use of their image.
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Saturday works. You pick the destination, and so long as I have fuel for it, we can make the trip.
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Way better than just having bragging rights, right?
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Sweeeeeeet. I'll see you Saturday then! And thanks for the flowers!!
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Kanan fired off that text, and then got back to kind of staring at the flowers he had gotten.
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He had no idea what was up with that.