Luke's, Sunday

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Kanan had put some serious consideration into just not coming in to work today. The fact that he was clearly not the only person on the island who had been afflicted with a serious case of body dysphoria this weekend was basically the only reason he was sucking it up and heading in for his shift at Luke's.

Back in his own galaxy, what with being on the run and all, being in the completely wrong body might almost be a blessing in disguise. Here it was disturbing and inconvenient. And he had to wear Hera's clothes, which fit him just nearly enough to still annoy him whenever they pulled oddly or squished at something they weren't supposed to. And mostly he just wanted to stay at home and wrestle with his dog until this went away.

Instead, he figured he'd do the next best thing:

Today's Specials:
Desserts.
Any and all desserts.

And if the cook decided to put his time into making pancakes instead of brownies or something fruity and with entirely too much whipped cream on it, Kanan was going to knock the damn stack of pancakes over on top of him personally.

[OOC: OCD is for people less lazy than I am, but so totally open.]

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[heroic_jawline]

Steve came in and then paused, confused. "I thought this was Kanan's shift."

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"Every Sunday," Kanan agreed, sounding minorly disgruntled. "And he very nearly didn't bother coming in today, either."

Very nearly. But here he was. With some kind of strawberry and cream concoction in front of himself that, let's be real, he'd be eating today even if he wasn't currently in a weirdly feminine body.

[heroic_jawline]

It took Steve a second, then he grinned. "You're Kanan today. I like your hair."

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"I'm Kanan every day," Kanan pointed out. "I'm just less Kanan-shaped than usual."

He paused, and then added, "But thanks. The hair's not so bad."

There was actually a bit more of it than even he was used to. That was kind of impressive. And now he was squinting a little.

"... Steve?"

He only knew so many blondes, weirdly enough.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve gave him a sheepish wave in reply. "Hi there. It's weird, huh?"

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"It's really weird," Kanan agreed. "I mean, not a bad look? But..."

He waved a hand around.

"Weird. Just when I think I have a handle on how weird this place can get, it goes and pulls something like this."

[heroic_jawline]

"Tony says that the last time it happened, it only lasted the weekend," Steve said.

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"I hope it decides to keep up that trend," Kanan replied, blowing out an exasperated breath. "Much as I like all the 'great hair' compliments I'm getting, I'd also love to not have to come in to work wearing my roommate's clothing, you know?"

He was pretty sure this was as close to 'getting into Hera's pants' that he was going to ever be.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve laughed. "I am too. Tony's smaller than I normally am."

Sorry, Tony.

[vdistinctive]

You know what was a good way to deal with temporary-but-severe body dysphoria? (Other than how he'd spent all day yesterday dealing with it, that was.) Going out and enjoying how much better you were dealing with it than other people.

Sorry, Kanan. That meant you got a very smug (and very butch) Eliot in the diner today.

"Hey darlin'," he greeted, grabbing a seat at the counter and folding his arms over his (very firmly bound in sports bras, ugh) chest. "Thought this place usually served pancakes on Sundays."

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"Ugh," Kanan muttered. "No. I threatened to mutiny."

Or bury somebody alive under them. Which was practically the same thing.

"This weekend is a dessert weekend. I've decided." He paused and added, "and so help me, it isn't darlin'."

He almost actually preferred 'kid.'

[vdistinctive]

Eliot tipped his head in a small nod. "Habit," he said. "I call most everyone presentin' as female 'darlin'' at some point or other." He raised an eyebrow. "You dealin' okay?"

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Kanan took a moment to look down at his third helping of strawberry shortcake. And then he kind of wrinkled his nose and shrugged, making a so-so gesture with one hand.

"On a scale from 'inexplicable bead rain' to 'being turned into a tooka,' this is way farther down the tooka end than it has any right to be," he sighed. "And I think I'll still take this over being turned into a kid again. That doesn't mean I'm enjoying it at all."

[vdistinctive]

"The hell is a tooka?"

Because that was the important detail of that explanation.

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"It's a kind of cat," Kanan sighed. "It's just a fat little hairy feline with duck feet and a mouth like a bear trap."

It was much better at being cute about it than, say, a nexu or a fyrnock was, though.

[vdistinctive]

". . . Animals from your galaxy sound like they should be in a medieval bestiary."

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"Why, what are animals in a medieval bestiary like?"

Kanan wasn't well-read enough on Earth lore to even begin to guess, really.

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

Parker, of course, had to stop in and check out what Kanan looked like. "Short and pretty," she decided. "It's weird that you're all shorter than me now."


[very late, but I couldn't resist.]

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"Trust me, I'm finding being this short pretty weird, too," Kanan offered. "It's been a few years since I was only this tall."

Puberty had been kind to him, in regards to height. Even when Master Billaba had taken him in as her Padawan, he'd been a shorty. And then he'd grown. Plenty.

"You being...?"

He'd been pretty good at guessing so far today, but he was slightly at a loss with this one, so far. And he wasn't about to go poking around with the Force just to see if she (she?) rang a bell that way instead.

[RIGHT ON TIME.]

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"Parker," she said, climbing up on top of one of the booths, balancing a little uncertainly. "Hardison and Eliot's partner. I think you're Kanan, right? I've see you around, but I don't think we've ever talked."

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"Yeah, it's Kanan," he confirmed, watching her mostly out of curiosity than concern for the state of well being of the booths. He'd wipe it down later, it'd be fine. Anyway, he'd worked cantinas with far less concern for hygiene anyway. "And I'm pretty sure you're right, we haven't talked yet. So."

He fired off a little salute, not about to climb up there just to be on handshake level.

"Good to meet you, Parker."

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

Parker imitated him and grinned back like an urchin. "Same. Are you having fun with your new boobs? I'm kind of liking being taller, since it won't last forever."

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Okay, Kanan had to snort in amusement at that, right there.

"I'm having about as much fun with my new boobs as a guy currently stuck at work can possibly have," he shared. "Which mostly means that I'm just thankful Hera had something I could wear so that I'm not holding up my pants all day because my belt doesn't fasten tight enough to keep them up."

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

Parker nodded in sympathy. "I had to borrow Hardison's, but they still don't fit quite right. And buy new shoes, 'cause the guys' were totally the wrong sizes. They had girl-clothes leftover from last time, but this is the first time I've done this." Another wobble and she complained, "And my balance is all over the place, so I can't go climbing place until it's over."

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"I hear you on the balance thing," Kanan offered, sympathetically. "I'm not going to be doing anything fancy until this wears off. Everything's a little..."

He looked down.

"... In the wrong place."