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fandomtownies2018-10-05 08:02 am
uncertain_dume) wrote in fandomtownies2018-10-05 08:02 am
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That One Warehouse, Friday Afternoon
Today was a warehouse day for no reason in particular, really. Certainly no reason related in any way to the increasing occurence of clone trooper gear in Kanan's dreams, of blaster fire when he closed his eyes even in the middle of the day. That was totally normal. He lived on an island full of clone troopers, which he managed to ignore with... some doing... and it just stood to reason that now and again that old fear would flare up if maybe he caught sight of one from the corner of his eye, or had to pass by the station in order to get somewhere in a hurry.
He wasn't thinking about the stone.
Also, shut up.
His one concession to attempting not to be a paranoid wreck today was that he was going to prop the warehouse door open while he ran through lightsaber forms. See? He wasn't hiding from anything, nobody could prove a thing, and also, no really, shut up.
[OOC: Open!]
He wasn't thinking about the stone.
Also, shut up.
His one concession to attempting not to be a paranoid wreck today was that he was going to prop the warehouse door open while he ran through lightsaber forms. See? He wasn't hiding from anything, nobody could prove a thing, and also, no really, shut up.
[OOC: Open!]