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[uncertain_dume]

"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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Comments

[futurespacemom]

Kanan, come on down to the lobby, Summer and I are waiting on you so we can go hang out with the other teachers and not drink!

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan listened to the message, smiled wryly, and then flung Hera a text.

For the bar crawl? I might sit this one out, but you two have a great time. I'm trying to behave, and there are going to be a lot of bartenders I don't trust like I trust Kitty.

[futurespacemom]

Hera read the message and texted back. You can trust us, you know. But I understand. We'll see you later, then, okay?

[uncertain_dume]

Later. I'll make it up to you both another time.

He'd use this opportunity to make up for all the meditating he didn't have the time for earlier in the day, between bus rides and whales.