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Kanan's Warehouse, Friday Morning and Afternoon
He hated that feeling. It was never a good one, but it was almost always difficult to tell if what was looming was a weekend spent in a hellscape world or a weekend spent with fur.
You messed with Kanan's head, Fandom, and it irritated him enough that he was skipping meditating to go right into Soresu forms in the warehouse, drawing a certain sort of calm simply from old, familiar movements and the rumbling patter of rain on the roof.
[OOC: Open!]
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