Kanan Jarrus, The Last Padawan (
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The Park, Friday Afternoon
Well, the weather had cycled right back around to stupid somewhere between last week and this one, and so Kanan was once again sitting in the shade of a large tree and meditating.
This time, though, it looked as though he had come prepared to do exactly that. His armor and boots were set off to the side, so he was sitting barefoot. He'd worn his short-sleeved button down shirt again, not really a sparring shirt, and he had extra bottles of water and even a few cushions set to the side in case anybody cared to join him.
Not that he was sitting on a cushion himself, no. But still.
Stance was, as usual, with him today, although the pup was napping at his side, content to enjoy the shade and the occasional brush of his person checking up on him through the Force.
It was a good day to do not much at all. Though he had brought the bamboo swords along again, just in case meditation wasn't enough to keep people happy.
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This time, though, it looked as though he had come prepared to do exactly that. His armor and boots were set off to the side, so he was sitting barefoot. He'd worn his short-sleeved button down shirt again, not really a sparring shirt, and he had extra bottles of water and even a few cushions set to the side in case anybody cared to join him.
Not that he was sitting on a cushion himself, no. But still.
Stance was, as usual, with him today, although the pup was napping at his side, content to enjoy the shade and the occasional brush of his person checking up on him through the Force.
It was a good day to do not much at all. Though he had brought the bamboo swords along again, just in case meditation wasn't enough to keep people happy.
[OOC: Open!]

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And he didn't want to miss the next update in the ongoing tea wars.
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angry caterpillareyebrow slightly. "What's that look for?"no subject
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Nobody wanted mynocks.
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He couldn't even finish that sentence. He tried. He couldn't. The words just stuck in his throat.
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"They have a website, and a phone number. And an office in town, if you'd rather talk with somebody in person."
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He'd figured out what to do with the Eezo.
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It involved slightly less human interaction. Or gnomish interaction. Or whatever.
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"I need to contact the Normandy," he said, after a long, slow breath, "My Normandy."
The last two words hurt. He meant 'his reality's Normandy', but they also weren't incorrect. The Alliance had wanted him to take command of the ship, to have her helmed by the last human Spectre. They didn't understand why he wouldn't. And Kaidan.. had taken leave, rather than deal with it.
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"If you need anything," he offered, "you know you can tap me in."
A lift to the moon. Moral support. Any of it.
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Part of him hoped they could, the rest of him really hoped it wasn't possible.
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It helped that he knew they weren't stepping into war, yeah. But he probably would have agreed even if so.
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"I guess that's one way to meet them," he replied. "Sure, Kaidan. I'll protect you."
Like the big strong Jedi he was. Or something.
It might not end well.
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Kanan wouldn't be on the Citadel for more than three minutes before having to bust out the Force for something or other, would he?
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"You'd like the Citadel," Kaidan said, "Even after part of it blew up. The Keepers can damn near work miracles, and it's been almost a year, so who knows - it might be back in fine shape."
It wouldn't be. They'd still be rebuilding. Kaidan knew that. He was just refusing to think about it.
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