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The Park, Friday Afternoon
Friday, January 26th, 2018 09:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
uncertain_dumeSo, it was another just-below-freezing one today, which, perhaps predictably, wasn't about to stop Kanan from his regular Friday training in the park.
At least this time he'd had the bright idea to bring hot chocolate. He'd ordered one for himself and one for Gratuity, but for some reason - one that actually wasn't his fault - the machine at the Perk had refused to stop pouring, and rather than pour it all down the drain, Kanan had promised the Baristas that he'd find a good home for the several extra cups worth of hot chocolate that had been filled before they could figure out how to make it stop.
Kanan had reached across the counter and smacked the machine, and that had done the trick. Several years of odd jobs around the galaxy had taught him to never underestimate the power of a good, solid thump.
Anyway, here he was, lightsaber in hand, training sword and hot chocolate sitting on the park bench nearby, in case Gratuity needed seconds in order to stave off the chill or in case they wound up with more spectators again this week. Either worked just fine for him.
[OOC: Open!]
At least this time he'd had the bright idea to bring hot chocolate. He'd ordered one for himself and one for Gratuity, but for some reason - one that actually wasn't his fault - the machine at the Perk had refused to stop pouring, and rather than pour it all down the drain, Kanan had promised the Baristas that he'd find a good home for the several extra cups worth of hot chocolate that had been filled before they could figure out how to make it stop.
Kanan had reached across the counter and smacked the machine, and that had done the trick. Several years of odd jobs around the galaxy had taught him to never underestimate the power of a good, solid thump.
Anyway, here he was, lightsaber in hand, training sword and hot chocolate sitting on the park bench nearby, in case Gratuity needed seconds in order to stave off the chill or in case they wound up with more spectators again this week. Either worked just fine for him.
[OOC: Open!]