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fandomtownies2019-01-04 07:19 am
uncertain_dume) wrote in fandomtownies2019-01-04 07:19 am
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Kanan's Warehouse, Friday Morning and Afternoon
It was an odd thing, to have his schedule shifted around somewhat through the week. Yesterday had been Kanan's class, for example. In two days, there would be his Luke's shift, and then, the three days to follow would be empty. Free for him to... take in the bar, or go to movie night or spend time with friends or to lean, hard, into the smallest beads of a rebellion back home.
And after the way his conversation with Hera had ended at the countdown on Monday night, he felt, perhaps, like he was going to need to put a lot more of his focus into mostly that last one.
Be a better rebel. Being a better Jedi was something that he'd have to put his efforts into while he was here, four days on, three days off again, give it his all while he could and then shove it down somewhere dark, with a disassembled lightsaber and a holocron that remained hidden away entirely and the Force only a distant thought belonging to a destroyed Order who people already spoke of in hushed tones, like figments of their imaginations, like legends of things that went bump in the night.
When he made his way to the warehouse today, he would spend his time waiting for people by clearing a place on the floor, sitting himself on it, and then meditating in the Force. And that meditation left the room looking faintly celestial as the glitter still left over from the girls' holiday decorating hung in the air around him. His eyes remained shut as the vague beginnings of something that could almost be mistaken for tiny galaxies in their own right emerged from the chaos, spiral arms reaching out as those specks of reflective dust found a lazy orbit in the currents of the Force.
He had arrived early today, having no classes in the morning. And until people arrived or reached out to him otherwise, this was going to be how he was content to spend hours.
[OOC: Open warehouse is open!]
And after the way his conversation with Hera had ended at the countdown on Monday night, he felt, perhaps, like he was going to need to put a lot more of his focus into mostly that last one.
Be a better rebel. Being a better Jedi was something that he'd have to put his efforts into while he was here, four days on, three days off again, give it his all while he could and then shove it down somewhere dark, with a disassembled lightsaber and a holocron that remained hidden away entirely and the Force only a distant thought belonging to a destroyed Order who people already spoke of in hushed tones, like figments of their imaginations, like legends of things that went bump in the night.
When he made his way to the warehouse today, he would spend his time waiting for people by clearing a place on the floor, sitting himself on it, and then meditating in the Force. And that meditation left the room looking faintly celestial as the glitter still left over from the girls' holiday decorating hung in the air around him. His eyes remained shut as the vague beginnings of something that could almost be mistaken for tiny galaxies in their own right emerged from the chaos, spiral arms reaching out as those specks of reflective dust found a lazy orbit in the currents of the Force.
He had arrived early today, having no classes in the morning. And until people arrived or reached out to him otherwise, this was going to be how he was content to spend hours.
[OOC: Open warehouse is open!]
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Because, you know.
The handbook.
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He wasn't kidding. He'd asked Kanan about that once and he was jealous as hell that it wasn't taught to every male ever born. There were definitely days he regretted getting the therapy she'd pushed him to get. He could use that icy numbness on occasion.
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Still often was.
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There was no way he'd kept up that celibate thing. Eyes like that there was a zero percent chance someone hadn't found a way to drag him into a dark corner and remind him sex was a thing.
She reconsidered. It was possible everyone in his galaxy was stupid as hell but she'd give them the benefit of the doubt.
This time.
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In his defense, he'd been otherwise occupied for most of that first year.
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Switched her targets.
"Shit. That's not so bad. Kaidan has you beat there. It took Kaidan til he was in his 20s to realize he wasn't too ugly to fuck."
You're welcome, Kaidan.
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"So, will I see you back around next week, Jack?"
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Her glance went between the two boys uncertainly. This had been fun but she didn't want to intrude on Kaidan's sword and bonding time. "Probably. Dunno if it'll be on Friday but I'll catch you at Luke's for coffee after the damned rodents haul me out of bed."
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Kanan shrugged easily.
"I have nothing else to do on Fridays," he noted. "I'm here all morning, too."
She wouldn't be interrupting much.
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Commitment wasn't really a thing she did.
Except when she did.
Shut up.