Syndulla Scrap; Tuesday [09/10].

[howareyanow]

Just when Wayne was spending some of his Monday thinking about how some of the things on the snowmobile in the scrapyard could use some welding, he went to his shop class on Tuesday where they were welding. How apropos!

So guess who talked to his teacher about letting him borrow some of the welding equipment for the day so that he could bring it with him to work and get to touching up some parts of the body and using some scrap to fashion out some of the parts that were missing with a welding gun and mask ready and rarin' to go.

After, of course, making a small, thoughtful "Huh!" sound when he saw that some other hands had been picking at the thing as well. Good work, too, and he might have been a little offended to think that someone else was getting all up in his project, but more hands make less work, and the work had been good, and it was almost a little bit fun, trying to see what had been done in the meantime, and then thinking of what he could do to it for them to notice and admire like he was doing about their work.

It wasn't like there was a lot of guesswork involved in exactly who might be touching it up along with him, either, and that added to the fun of it, too.

Syndulla Scrap is open! Mind the welding.

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[uncertain_dume]

Some days, Kanan was a Jedi.

Some days, Kanan was just a roustabout sleemo from somewhere or other in the Outer Rim.

Today, Kanan was a wolf that stood six feet tall at the shoulder. He didn't exactly fit in the apartment, and he could have made his way to run free in the preserve, but the prospect of eating a teal deer (or three, at this size) had occurred to him, and he figured, hell, if he had to feed Hera when she was a nexu, all was fair in love and Loth-wolves.

Which was why, probably somewhere around noon, that very large, very dark wolf with the pale marking on his forehead was yawning, stretching, and stepping out from behind a nice, shady spot amidst the scrap, taking a moment to regard Wayne and what he was up to curiously.

Hm. Not for eating.

[howareyanow]

And Wayne was pretty into his welding at that point, realleh, because once he got onto something, he usually stuck with it for a while, for the better part of a day or at least until it was finished, but one didn't work with animals as much as he did without picking up a sort of preternatural ability to just sort of sense when there was some creature or critter lurking about.

Especially not when that creature was of a mostly canine variety.

And especially not when that creature stood six feet tall at the shoulder.

The welding gun died down, Wayne lifted his head, and turned it, and then lifted the visor of his welding helmet. And squinted.

"Now that's a big bo."

And then quickly checked his pockets to see if...yup, yup, there it was, he had remembered to slip in a little dog treat in case he wound up coming across any good old bos that day, and, sure enough, he was digging it out, then holding it out in offering. The tiniest little treat for the biggest ol' bo.

Sure, there was a chance a bo that big'll just take Wayne's hand right along with the treat, but that was a chance he was willing to take.

[uncertain_dume]

You know, there was probably some kind of saying about when in Rome, but Kanan really didn't know that saying. What he did know was that he was currently a very large canine, and his very large canine belly was running on empty, and here was a medium-to-large-ish human being offering him something that smelled fairly appealing to his very large canine sensibilities. It wouldn't fill him up, nah. Not by a long shot. But a snack was a snack, and if it was being offered like that, he didn't see any harm in making his way over for a sniff.

And then, because even Loth-wolves that weren't usually human were surprisingly intelligent big bo's, he gave a whuff of approval before ever so carefully taking that tiny little treat in his teeth.

This was far less humiliating than the dunk tank had been, back when he had been a cat. He'd take it.

[howareyanow]

And, just like that, Wayne's already great day filled with welding together useful things just got that much better.

"And there's a good bo, too," he said, his approval more of a grunt than a whuff, but still not too terribly different.

"Don't suppose you belong to anyone in particular, do ya? Or jus' passin' through?"

[uncertain_dume]

Well, there was a complicated question to answer, right there. Hera? Did Kanan belong to Hera? So far as Kanan was concerned he did, but he was also just passing through, especially in the sense of being a large canine, and all.

Well. He hoped this was temporary. There were a lot of things he wanted to do with his life that would be complicated somewhat by being a wolf, after all.

He whuffed again, and then took a seat, peering down at Wayne thoughtfully before glancing toward the Ghost.