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The park, Saturday

After radio, Cecil found his luggage (it hadn't wandered far) and headed for a walk. He really needed to find a place to stay, but all the portal travel and everything was a bit hectic, and some time to just sit seemed nice.

So, he found a bench in the park, dropped his things nearby, and set about watching the ducks. Oo, there was quite a bit of void up there! Maybe he'd do some screaming into it later.

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Kanan's head hurt. Between his conversations yesterday and the talk he'd had with Obi-Wan earlier today, his head hurt a lot. And the sky looked all wrong for being within a breathable atmosphere planetside, and if he was being entirely honest, he could probably do with some screaming into the void himself.

The park, at least, promised to be fairly quiet. And the birds in it were calming, if noisy. And awkward. And... right. The bench was being taken up by some guy and his luggage.

Ah well. Might as well be polite about it.

"Hey. The birds aren't doing tricks there or something, are they?"

... For certain values of 'polite,' anyway.

"Well, they're acting like ducks," Cecil answered. "Which I suppose is a bit of a trick? Especially if they're not really ducks, in which case they're doing a really good job!"

He belatedly realized he was taking up most of the bench. "Oh! Sorry. Did you want to sit?" He shifted his things to one side, setting them on the grass to leave room on the bench.

Kanan gave Cecil a brief, wry grin, nodding his thanks and then flopping down onto the bench with a sigh.

What a week.

"Some days, you just really need to sit and stare at birds."

Ducks. That was what a duck was. Good to know.

Well, it was either a duck or a reasonable facsimile thereof? Cecil was making no promises.

"Oh, yes. Sometimes it's relaxing. And sometimes you need to make sure they're not actually plotting to overthrow the world." Cecil shrugged. "Hi; I'm Cecil." He stuck out his hand.

"And I'm," Kanan paused as he reached for Cecil's hand to mentally recalibrate. The wrong name was far too readily at hand, after his visit with Master Kenobi. "Kanan. Kanan Jarrus. Do you frequently have troubles with birds trying to overthrow the world, Cecil?"

Cecil thought about it for a minute. "Not that I can remember at the moment. Although mine often tries to take over the bed. He has his own, but he'd rather have mine," he said, a bit exasperated.

"As far as I can tell, pets are a little bit like that," Kanan said, smiling crookedly. "You have a bird?"

It was a large bird, Kanan. Brace yourself.

"Oh, yes!" Cecil grinned. "His name is Foucault. He's an osmingo, or something like that. He's...around here somewhere. I think he wanted to explore again; it's been a while since we were here."

"I have no idea what an osmingo is," Kanan admitted apologetically. "I'm not exactly from around here. But you are, huh? Coming back after some time away, then? That doesn't look like a 'just visiting' sort of stack of luggage."

Said the guy who grabbed a lightsaber and a holocron and that was it, and called that good enough to live on.

"Oh, I went home for a while, to help out," Cecil said. "But now my boyfriend's trapped in a desert otherworld and the place is a bit empty - even with Foucault - and I thought, well, I've got friends here."

Don't mind Kanan, Cecil. He just needed to hesitate for a moment and mouth, 'desert otherworld?'

That was a new one, even to him.

"I guess, uh... coming to somewhere that you won't be alone is probably a good start when it comes to dealing with something like that?"

Kanan really wouldn't know. He was going out on a limb, here.

"Exactly!" Cecil said. "Plus, here maybe I can get a portal or something to visit him. That would be neat. And the island's pretty nice."

"The island does kind of grow on a person," Kanan allowed, looking around. "Even when it's acting up."

Kanan, you didn't even know the worst of it yet.

"So, are you waiting for somebody, here?"

Was that what all the luggage was about? Holding out for someone to help him haul it to wherever he was moving?

"Well, Foucault, sort of," Cecil allowed. "But he'll find me wherever I am; it's not like the island's all that big. I just don't have a place to stay yet. I mean, I was in the dorms before, so. I thought I'd take a break before traipsing all over."

"You... don't have a place to stay?"

Kanan's 'basic human decency' setting was rearing up. Brace yourself, Cecil.

"You mean you came here with all of your things and you hadn't sorted that out first?"

Kanan's own arrival had been different, damn it. He hadn't intended to show up here in the first place, and there had already been a room arranged for him. Even if that didn't make any sense.

"Oh, I'm sure it'll all sort itself out sooner or later," Cecil said breezily. "I'll go looking in a little while."

Kanan waffled for a moment. And then bleeding heart mode kicked in. Because of course it did. Of course it karking did.

"Well, if you can't find anything, I have a place. I mean, it's not big. But there's a bedroom and a study. The study could probably have a bed hauled into it."

It would be like living in one of the dozens of flophouses he'd called temporary home over the years. Only potentially cleaner. No big deal.

"Oh! Really?" Cecil brightened a bit further. "That would be really nice of you. I mean, I'm sure I can find somewhere eventually, but it'd be great to leave my things somewhere, anyway. And have no pressure. Are you sure?"

"Sure, why not?"

It wasn't like he had anything to hide, right?

Sigh.

"Odds are I won't be here for long anyway. Somebody might as well get use out of the apartment if the island ends up somewhere I might want to stay behind on."

"Why would you want to leave?" Cecil asked curiously.

Because of fear. The fear that Master Kenobi, Eliot, and Hannibal had all pointed out in him, that he couldn't deny was there.

"I get anxious," Kanan replied. "I don't settle well, I need to be on the move more often than not. So I might get that itch again to just... go somewhere."

The proper phrasing here should have been 'to just run away and hide like a coward.'

"Oh, not me," Cecil said. "I'm a total homebody myself. I guess that makes sense, then. So what do you do here?"

"I teach, I guess," Kanan replied with a shrug. "If that's what people want to call it. I work at the diner too, but mostly that just involves babysitting the serving staff."

They were incorrigible people.

"And you?"

"Oh, I'll be teaching, too!" Cecil said brightly. "I'm really a radio journalist at heart," he confessed, "but teaching's fun, too. And necessary. But how will you teach if you don't stay?"

That was an excellent question, Cecil. And one that Kanan wished you hadn't asked.

"... By proxy, I suppose. I will, at least, have a co-teacher."

That was good, right?

"Me too! That makes it much easier, right? I've taught a little before with him, too. When the island got really energetic about changing things." He sighed wistfully. "And I had tattoos that moved, and tentacles, and an extra eye, and everything. It was pretty great."

"Your tattoos moved?"

... The rest of it wasn't actually that weird.

Well, Cecil didn't think so, either.

"Oh, yes!" He sighed. "I've tried to find someplace to do them like that, but I haven't yet. Then again, there are a lot of places to look, so you never know."

"It is a big multiverse," Kanan allowed, shrugging his shoulders and then looking down at the luggage. He pursed his lips a little. "Are you going to need a hand with all this?"

Since he'd apparently impulsively just gained himself a roommate, it seemed like the logical offer to make.

"Oh, I think I'm fine, but you can help if you want," Cecil said. "Or we can wait for Foucault to show up." Some of the luggage was actually saddlebags.

Yeah... Kanan was noticing that.

Maybe he should have suggested that Cecil go pay Master Kenobi a visit. Anything big enough to carry that would probably be better off outside with the eopies.

"Do you, uh, suppose he'll be long?"

"It probably depends on if he gets caught up playing with the flamingos or splashing around on the beach," Cecil answered. "But we can always meet him later."

"Fair enough. He sounds like the kind of bird that can handle himself, anyway."

If the saddlebags were any indication.

"Well, he's probably a little," totally, "spoiled. But he's safe enough. And he's very good at finding me."

"Well, alright," Kanan replied, shrugging his shoulders. "Then whenever you're good to go, we can grab this stuff and haul it back to the apartment. I'll meet your friend whenever he comes around."

"Sure!" Cecil stood and picked up the largest of his bags. "Where are we going?"

"To the MCA," Kanan replied, crouching and gathering up the rest of the bags on his own with little effort. "Mine's apartment three. There's just one bed in there right now, but I'm comfortable enough just sleeping on the couch until you find a place or we can get a second bed, whichever comes first."

A couch would, so far as places that Kanan had slept in his lifetime went, be practically classy.

"Oh, I wouldn't put you out of your own bed!" Cecil protested. "I can sleep on the couch or whatever. I'm sure I'll find my own place soon enough."

Kanan would have waved a dismissive hand at that, if his hands weren't currently full.

"I insist," he replied, shrugging it off. "I need to work in the morning anyway. No sense in me waking you up if I have to go through the living room while you're still asleep."

And it wasn't like he had any clothes in the bedroom that he needed to get. And any of his more personal effects were still in the Expedient, safe and sound, all the better for him making a quick getaway if there was ever any need for it.

"If you're sure," Cecil answered a little dubiously. He'd wait and see the apartment; maybe they could time-share or switch out or something. "Well, lead on!"

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