The Park, Friday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

No oppressive feelings, no monsters waiting to kill him or turn him into one of them or worse lurking in the shadows. Kanan was tentatively hopeful that things were getting back to more-or-less normal. Sure, his TA was a bird making little bird footprints all over one of the rooms of the Ghost with finger paints, and he could still feel the residual damage of the last few weeks haunting more than a few residents of the island.

But right now? Right now, Kanan's worst concern was surviving the heat. He'd brought Stance to the park today - yes, in his vesty-vest - and was letting him merrily harass the ducks while Kanan himself staked out a spot in the shade under one of the park's larger trees, where he was running through lightsaber forms in slow-motion, working on restraint and balance every bit as much as form and... not overheating and dying, really.

It seemed to be working out for Kanan, anyway.

[OOC: .... I appear to have lost half my Thursday again. Help. Open!]

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[spectre_alenko]

"Is this going to become an annual thing?" Kaidan asked, walking up and leaning against a tree, arms crossing over his chest, "Where you wear inappropriate clothing for the weather and I threaten to throw you into the pond? Because consider yourself threatened, buddy. You own t-shirts and lighter pants and lighter boots. I was there when you bought them."

His arms uncrossed just enough to reach into the backpack he'd brought with. So he could retrieve a half-frozen water bottle and lob it toward Kanan.

It was not meant to be target practice, don't you dare, Kanan Jarrus.

[OOC: I'll be slowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww but I had to.]

[uncertain_dume]

[OOC: Go team sloooowwwwww!]

Kanan's hand shot up and caught that water bottle even while he was shutting off his lightsaber, ducking his head, and laughing.

"It might be an annual thing," he replied. "I'm not sure there is such a thing as appropriate clothing for this weather, buddy."

People tended to frown when you ran around in your underwear.

[spectre_alenko]

"Shorts and t-shirts," Kaidan told him with a grin, "I know, you don't wear shorts, but they are weather-appropriate for this kind of heat. Also, sandals. Not boots."

Said the guy wearing combat boots.

"How's your week been?"

[uncertain_dume]

You know... I can't complain? Weather aside, I've had a happy dog bouncing around every which way, Stance's excitement is infectious." A pause. "Not looking forward to having to keep him cooped up again. Some weeks, the best I can do is throw a ball around the Ghost's cargo hold."

A pause.

"And you, buddy?"

Last week had been rough, he knew. But it was good to see a smile on Kaidan's face, now.

[spectre_alenko]

"Better," Kaidan said and lifted a shoulder, "Still raw around the edges. It'll take time. Always does. The week of normal's helped." He hadn't noticed anything unusual about the week. "Trying not to be anxious about what comes next. I'm sick of all the damn dark, Kanan. Sick of wondering when we get to catch our breath."

Another shrug, "Nothing I can do about it but wait it out, just like everyone else."

[uncertain_dume]

"Just like everyone else," Kanan agreed, if a little grudgingly. "If next week's worse than the last ones have been, I don't know what the hell I'm going to do. Hunker down? Fight harder? Go do something horribly ill-advised in another reality until it blows over?"

All of the above?

Probably that.