The Park, Friday Morning

[suitably_heroic]

The medic had freed Atton from his kolto bath again on Thursday morning. Another full day of observation, and he was good to go, with a bunch of patches in his pocket and an abdomen that still hurt if he bent the wrong way.

And then Mical had put him on the Ebon Hawk and sent him back to Fandom. (The Hawk was to make a point: stay there, don't come back. Otherwise Mical would've just kicked him through a portal.)

He wasn't planning to stay there. Not for long. Not with Mira out there, dealing with this problem that Atton was beginning to suspect was bigger than they'd anticipated.

He didn't bother to go back to the apartment - he didn't want to run the risk of running into Sparkle just yet - but stumbled down the stairs and walked down to the park.

That alone was probably more exercise than he should've given himself. He winced at the sound of his own breath as he sank down on a bench.

Space.

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[suitably_heroic]

"You can always just slice it in half and give it to her on her birthday," said Atton, ever the party animal.

[uncertain_dume]

"I could," Kanan replied, three blaster bolts pinging off of Shooty's plating in succession, "but then I'd be down one remote and I'd have to resort to trying to convince people to throw rocks at me again."

He was mostly joking, at least?

[suitably_heroic]

"You can't find anyone on this island to build you a decent practice droid that doesn't act like a mosquito?" Atton asked.

[uncertain_dume]

"... Not really, no."

Who would he ask?

[suitably_heroic]

"Well, wait a few semesters, I'm sure someone'll pop up," Atton said, squinting. "I always hated remotes."

[uncertain_dume]

"I'm not the biggest fan," Kanan admitted, and another few volleys were fired and reflected, another few hitting the remote, one sending a shower of sparks that sent the little thing buzzing around in an even more errant circle than usual.

"Sithspit. That's why."

It was always a matter of time, with him.

[suitably_heroic]

"At least you made it past the three-second mark," Atton said, all faux-cheer.

Atton, stop riling him up.

[uncertain_dume]

"And I'm still not face-first on the ground," Kanan agreed, sighing and waving a hand, shutting off the remote. "Sorry, Shooty. You're being retired so I don't have to re-name you Sparky."

Shooty, naturally, responded by falling into the grass. Kanan shut off his lightsaber.

[suitably_heroic]

"And you still have all your limbs," Atton said, shifting slightly on the bench.

He mostly repressed a grunt.

[uncertain_dume]

"... You see many people lose limbs to their training remotes?"

Kanan cast a sidelong glance at Atton at that.