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fandomtownies2019-06-14 07:23 am
uncertain_dume) wrote in fandomtownies2019-06-14 07:23 am
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The Park, Friday Afternoon
Kanan didn't even want to know what might be lurking in the warehouse district this week. The scorpions had been one thing, the maniacs with implements of destruction? That was something else entirely. There wasn't going to be any meditation this week, but he was going to settle in and run through lightsaber forms, because if he was going to have to stop in the case of an attack, at least this way he was already well armed.
A little girl skipped by, singing a little singsong about angels.
Kanan left her and her protector be, giving the two of them a very, very wide berth. He had a deep, sinking feeling about the both of them. But then, he had that feeling about most of this.
Just a few more days. A few more days, and then... well. He still wouldn't complain about more dinosaurs.
[OOC: Open!]
A little girl skipped by, singing a little singsong about angels.
Kanan left her and her protector be, giving the two of them a very, very wide berth. He had a deep, sinking feeling about the both of them. But then, he had that feeling about most of this.
Just a few more days. A few more days, and then... well. He still wouldn't complain about more dinosaurs.
[OOC: Open!]