Kanan Jarrus

... 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.]

It was just supper.

You know. Like always, because Kanan did the cooking in this... apartment. Because it wasn't a relationship. It had been made clear that it wasn't going to be a relationship until the state of the galaxy was much improved, and Kanan respected that.

So it was just supper.

With chocolate for dessert. Chocolate that was far too bitter and far too hot for Kanan to eat without being sent into major gastronomic distress, so really, it was dessert for Hera, and Kanan would be perfectly happy with fruit salad, and he wasn't at all overthinking this, or kind of freaking out that she'd gotten him a dozen roses with a beautiful note or that Summer had upstaged him again with the damn prank flowers, he was fine about that, really. And the other flowers (and the one tiny trebuchet that had him laughing hopelessly for a good ten minutes) that had come to the apartment were okay. If he set them all around the living room then it was clearly putting everyone else's gifts on display because they were thoughtful and lovely and not even a little bit because they were atmospheric.

And he was hoping that, you know, maybe Hera wouldn't get the wrong idea from the fact that he'd clearly gone home to shop for that mynock and all the spices to go with. He'd clearly already just been in the neighborhood; he'd gotten nerf for himself too, see? Which he'd totally been planning on doing all along and hadn't just done because Jack had told him to after he'd almost killed himself with spiced chocolate.

Because, you know. It was just supper. Because Kanan did the cooking in this apartment.

[OOC: For the captain!]

Well, this was an awkward way to wake up.

That was the first thought through his head as he realized he wasn't in the bed alone. There was somebody else in that bed with him - lekku, warm to the touch, a Twi'lek, though he couldn't dredge up a name for her if his life depended on it - and just the fact that he was waking up half-curled around a person whose name he couldn't even remember was enough to jolt him awake just that little bit more.

There was something at the food of the bed, too and a quick glance down didn't betray much in the dim morning light beyond that it was some kind of animal, maybe the Twi'lek girl's pet? Which meant that he was definitely the one intruding here. Made sense. He didn't recognize the room, either. Couldn't even remember the situation that put him here in the first place.

Hell, he must've been pretty drunk last night, then. Couldn't remember the girl, the place, how he even got to be here...

His own name...?

"Wait, what?"

Oh, he had a bad feeling about this.

[OOC: For that lovely green lady! Or any visitors that might take place after the Hera thread!]

Kanan had been doing... impressively well, all things considered. Trip to Coruscant, re-treading old trauma, wrapping his head around the possibility of actually continuing his training.

Staying up all hours of the night, afraid to close his eyes.

Okay. Some things weren't going as well as others. Tonight was one of those nights, Kanan laying on the flat of his back, staring up at the ceiling. Sleep seemed to be evading him, taking a back seat to the shadows in his head, instead. And for not the first time this month, he tried to ignore it for as long as he could, tried to center himself, push beyond the pain so that he could at least get some rest, whether it would ultimately be restful or not.

However, after a good, long while of just sitting with his own thoughts tonight, he did something he hadn't done before.

"Hera...? You awake?"

[OOC: For one!]

Kanan 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!]

Kanan had spent all day not mentioning it. Just kind of going through his day without really bringing it up. He'd gotten some roses for Hera, and that was basically all he was expecting would show up at his door today.

So when the seven orange roses that he'd gotten for her had been spectacularly upstaged by three dozen red roses, accompanied by an all-caps note that left him scratching his head at best, he'd kind of done what he defaulted to back before he'd ever arrived on the island. He put them (and the carnations from Kitty and from Skywalker) into a juice jug for lack of a vase that could handle the damn things, had set them on the kitchen counter, and then had retreated to the living room in order to Not Think About It.

He'd spent a good many years perfecting his ability to Not Think About It. And so the 36 roses had been put out of sight and out of mind until it was time to make dinner.

He stepped into the kitchen, was reminded that they were there and were now taking up most of the counter space, and sighed.

"But really. What the hell?"

[OOC: .... I had to. Post is open for visitors or calls or that lady who lives there!]

So, the storm was... a little more than Kanan had anticipated, even while he did have a hunch that it was going to be more severe than people were bracing for. But for the most part, they were pretty safe at home, having packed up enough emergency supplies to carry them through for a couple of weeks, if need be.

Look, they had no idea how long severe Earth storms lasted. Better safe than sorry. After a few hours, the sound of sharks beating against the outside walls now and again mostly just became background noise, and Kanan and Hera had managed to get to sleep.

... At least until the loud sound of breaking glass coming from the living room, and the sound of barking and angry astromech bleeping that followed. At that point, Kanan was wide awake, and making a grab for whatever weapon fell closest to hand on his way to the bedroom door.

[OOC: For the roommate! Unless anybody wants to swing by to investigate the noise!]

Well. The weekend had been... eventful. And class had been a nice distraction. And, hell, Kanan had stopped by work and had a good chat with Eliot that afternoon about plenty of things that he'd been afraid to admit to himself, though he'd maybe been warming up to the idea of them, somewhat.

And now he was back at home, standing in the kitchen, looking thoughtfully down at a couple of nerf steaks in a frying pan as Stance pranced around the kitchen floor with the telltale clack-clicky-clack of a happy dog on linoleum who was hoping to score some nerf for himself.

"Okay," he said, smirking a little as he tossed the dog a chunk of meat. "But just this once. Hera and I have earned this meal this week. All you had to do was not torment the flamingos."

[OOC: For the roomie, but open for calls or visits or whatever, too!]

Little known fact about Kanan Jarrus: His idea of 'getting ready for bed' generally involved peeling his way out of his shirt and just collapsing for the night. This hadn't actually changed any since Hera had moved in, either. Last night, Kanan had done his usual evening routine, which was somewhat shorter than it used to be now that he showered in the mornings in order to avoid being punted out of the bed by a Twi'lek with a mean kick and an aversion to wet hair, and that had been that.

Other little known fact about Kanan Jarrus: he'd gotten kind of used to sharing a bed with a somewhat petite lady who could still kick most people's asses ten ways to Coruscant. So when morning started to roll around, it didn't take much for him to at least become dimly aware that something was amiss. And until he could manage to scrape a few more brain cells together than his tired brain could muster, he was at least faintly certain that the something that was different was Hera.

...

Maybe if he pretended to be asleep a little longer, he could put off having to explain whatever the island had done to her for a little bit longer, too?

[OOC: For that petite Twi'lek lady that he totally platonically shares a bed with! Open for visitors once things like clothes have been sorted out, too.]

After his radio broadcast, Kanan dragged his feet all the way back to his apartment. Up the stairs. Through the door, tripping over an enthusiastic dog along the way.

... Taking the leash from Stance. Putting it onto him, taking him outside for a walk to do his business...

And then back into the apartment again, managing to kick off his boots somewhere in the middle of the living room so that he was in sock feet by the time he hit the bedroom, and kind of oozing back into bed, muttering.

Razzumfrazzum time change. Arg-bargle. And so on. And what was even up with the squirrels beeping out that one particular kind of music during his broadcast, anyway?

"Earth's stupid," he announced around the time his head hit the pillow. "Stupid Earth."

He needed more sleep for this.

[OOC: Open for she who lives there, or anyone who wants to wake up a cranky Kanan at not-as-early-as-he-thinks-it-is in the morning!]