The Park, Friday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

It was beginning to feel a little bit to Kanan as though perhaps he ought to look into having a shed or something build at the park in order to store the small collection of swords he'd amassed for the sake of these Fridays over the past nine months or so. Which was all a very strange thought for him, considering nine months was generally about eight months longer than he tended to settle anywhere, he'd been on the island significantly longer than that already, and here he was giving some measure of consideration to the possibility of putting up a permanent structure somewhere.

Granted, he probably wouldn't. It was just that he was starting to look the part of a wandering weapons merchant, with a pair of bamboo swords over one shoulder, a blaster and a training remote on one hip, his temporary leaf blade at his other hip, and his lightsaber, actually assembled this week before he'd even arrived, clipped to his belt not far from that. Was there such a thing as accidental sword club overkill?

Sure, but at least each and every one of these weapons had a purpose for being here. Even if, for the time being, that purpose was, 'sit over there by the bench next to Stance.'

Running through his old forms last week as Caleb had actually jogged his memory on a few slightly more advanced patterns he hadn't been able to quite dredge up by muscle memory alone, and so, before it could fade again, he was stepping right into it, lightsaber ignited, throwing his all into brushing up on his Form III, taking a little personal thrill in filling in old blanks with the actual steps, instead of just throwing in whatever seemed like it might work just as well.

Okay, so, having basically everybody he knew on the island meet Caleb was that kind of intimidating that made his brain itch if he thought about it too hard, but the island had also handed him an advanced Soresu refresher course on a silver platter, so he couldn't be too mad.

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[thatwaslucky]

After months of coming here, Rey had finally figured out that rather than just watching, she could go say hello to Stance first until Kanan was done. She was still watching, of course, but at least she wasn't obvious about it.

Hopefully.

[uncertain_dume]

Even if she had been obvious about it, Kanan never would have minded. Whether she was strong in the Force or not, observing somebody else's lightsaber form couldn't hurt.

As Stance wiggled his way over to say an excited hi, Kanan finished his pattern, shut off his lightsaber, and turned to smile their way with a nod.

He felt almost as bad about interrupting puppy playtime as Rey might have felt about interrupting lightsaber practice.

[thatwaslucky]

She hard the lightsaber switch off, and looked over at him. "You've gotten taller since I last saw you."

[uncertain_dume]

"Yeah, hit a bit of a growth spurt somewhere in there," Kanan replied, smirking and rolling his eyes. "It's good to be back to normal, I have to say."

Hair notwithstanding. At least that would be back to normal soon enough, too.

[thatwaslucky]

"Mostly," she said, glancing at his hair.

[uncertain_dume]

"... Mostly," Kanan admitted with a sigh. "Can't win 'em all, I guess."

It wasn't that bad, Kanan.

[thatwaslucky]

"It's fine," she assured him. "I can still tease you, but it's fine."

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden had considered not showing up today, as it might be awkward. She decided not showing up would end up being more awkward on Tuesday though, as it had become a habit, and besides, Issa really wanted to go outside.

They didn't have to talk. Kanan would be practicing.

So Seivarden arrived, Issa struggling in her arms before she put her down on the grass.

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan knew she was there, of course. But it was just as easy to be engrossed in his forms, to not let on that he was aware, as it might have been to actually attempt to engage Seivarden in conversation.

Of course Stance had to ruin that by giving a little bark of excitement before running over to greet his friend, and there wasn't really any pretending after that, so Kanan lowered his lightsaber as he turned, and, at the very least, offered Seivarden a polite nod in greeting.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden offered a nod in return, while Issa was rushing towards Stance with a lot more enthusiasm.

At least the previous hostility had changed to a different kind of tension. It didn't mean they had to talk.

[uncertain_dume]

At least this particular sort of tension was a little less frustrating. Kanan seemed satisfied enough with the nod, at any rate, before stepping back into his forms.

Stance, meanwhile, was prancing in a happy puppy circle around Issa. Hello, friend!

[1000yearstoolate]

Issa was purring, while preparing to launch an attack on Stance's paws.

Seivarded, relieved, poured herself a cup of the tea she had brought with her.

[uncertain_dume]

And Stance was oblivious, because purring was a good thing, right? Of course it was!

... Poor dog.

[1000yearstoolate]

It was a good thing. Attacking Stance's paws was a good thing. Issa's tail was brushing against the grass, and then she leapt at Stance.

[intotheout]

"Well, look at you being all fancy," Tip said. "Picked up a few new tricks recently, did you?"

[uncertain_dume]

"Yeah, some kid showed up for lessons in the park last week and apparently showed us both a thing or two," Kanan replied, glancing at Tip with a little smile. "I can't be too angry at the island if this is the result."

Too angry. He was still faintly irked.

[intotheout]

"That kid was pretty cool," Tip said. "I liked him."

[uncertain_dume]

"I don't know. I think he was a bit of a dweeb," Kanan decided with a shrug. "But he meant well. He finally understands what was up with all that laughing last week, too."

You know, when Caleb had suggested that Tip could turn around and give her teacher some pointers.

[intraspective]

Yep, that was an Ino leaning over the back of the bench to peer at the weapons while offering her hand to Stance.

She was nosy, sorry-not-sorry, Kanan.

It was quite a selection, though.

[uncertain_dume]

"Doing inventory over there?"

Kanan didn't so much as miss a beat in his patterns as he called out to Ino, back to her, a little grin on his face.

Hey, he didn't get her out here often these days. He had to give her a hard time.

Stance, on the other hand, had more of a mind to just try to lick her hand off.

[intraspective]

"Oh, you know, just seein' if there's anythin' I'd like here," she said cheerfully, resigned to the fact that her hand now belonged to Stance.

[uncertain_dume]

"The bamboo isn't that exciting, and the leaf blade and the remote aren't mine," Kanan reported. "So I'd appreciate treating those with a little respect. But peruse away. Just don't make off with the dog."

The dog, who was totally going to keep her. Hi, friend! Good friend!

[intraspective]

Who was the goodest, cutest friend?

Stance, that was who.

"Rude," she said, "I ain't even done nothin' but look yet."

[uncertain_dume]

"Okay you've got me there," Kanan replied, turning to face her, lowering his lightsaber, shutting it off, and clipping it to his belt. "It is a little more than I used to head here with, too. I'll admit to that."

[intraspective]

She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Heard you been busy on Fridays these days," Ino said easily. "Imagine you got all kinds of lessons goin' on?"