Kanan's apartment, Tuesday morning

[futurespacemom]

All right, Hera had shirts. She had gone to sleep in a shirt, she had just bought shirts at the store, and she didn't have so many things that she'd have lost them!

She was pretty sure Kanan wasn't the sort to steal all her shirts for a joke, and anyway all of his seemed to be missing too, and Chopper was still back on the Ghost (she had checked).

She had finally resorted to weaving her new scarf around her and tying it, in lieu of an actual top.

Then she went to make caf. She was not dealing with whatever this was without caf.


[Open post, though if you don't live there, you'd better knock!]

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[uncertain_dume]

"I dunno," Kanan replied, looking thoughtfully toward the ceiling. "Maybe the island is giving voyeurism a try."

[futurespacemom]

Hera gave him a sour look. "Well, it can try with someone else."

She finished her caf and made a 'drink up' gesture at him.

[uncertain_dume]

"I'm sure it has," Kanan pointed out, sensibly, as he drank his caf down. "It hardly singles out just one person for this sort of thing, you know."

There were likely to be a lot of shirtless people out and about today. Kanan didn't want to miss it.

Worst. Jedi.

[futurespacemom]

Hera just sighed; what did you say to that?

"So, do you have an umbrella?"

[uncertain_dume]

"Yeah," Kanan replied, setting his mug down in the sink and then going to retrieve it from by the door. "It's one of the things that was here in the apartment when I moved in. Along with a badly-fitting suit and that table by the couch."

Never leave home on the island without one, right?

[futurespacemom]

"Come on, then." Hera opened the door and waited for him. "Bacta," she said temptingly.

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan snorted, but stepped out into the hallway all the same.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," he said, smiling faintly. "But don't waste all the good stuff on me, here. You never know when you're going to need it for something serious."

[futurespacemom]

Hera paused. "Don't tell me - bacta's another thing they don't have here?"

[uncertain_dume]

"Hera, they don't even have kolto."

Sorry.

[futurespacemom]

Hera sighed. "Right. Something else to stock up on first trip back. We can still take care of the worst of those bruises, though."

Most of those had been acquired in helping her; she wasn't about to make Kanan suffer any worse than needed.

[uncertain_dume]

"Well, they'll take care of themselves sooner or later," Kanan noted, mildly. He wasn't exactly arguing, though, still following along. He pushed open the front door, and the umbrella, and held both for her. "But I appreciate it."

[futurespacemom]

"I take care of my crew," she said, smiling.

She instinctively flinched when the first beads hit the umbrella, then watched in disbelief as they slid down to the ground. "You know this is technically impossible."

[uncertain_dume]

"Oh, I know," Kanan agreed, shooting her a little grin. "I'm pretty sure this place has a quota of technical impossibilities to fill on a monthly basis. This is fairly normal in comparison to some stuff."

[futurespacemom]

"I'm afraid to ask," Hera said, walking a little faster. "And this had better not be scratching the detail paint!"

[uncertain_dume]

"If it can handle atmospheric re-entry, I'm sure it can handle a few beads," Kanan replied, smiling and shaking his head as he picked up the pace to keep up. "And if it can't, I really have to wonder about who's supplying your paint."

[futurespacemom]

"These things shouldn't be falling at all; how do I know what else they can do?" Hera pointed out.

Hey, she was a bit protective of her baby.

[uncertain_dume]

"Fair enough," Kanan replied, frowning thoughtfully. "You want me to set up a canopy over the Ghost or something?"

It would have to be a fairly huge canopy.

[futurespacemom]

"Let's see how it's doing," Hera said. "If these really aren't hurting, we'll leave it." They didn't seem to be scratching or denting anything else on the street, so maybe they really were just the cheap jewelry they seemed like.

[uncertain_dume]

"I took a few of them to the head while I was out walking the dog," Kanan pointed out. "As far as I can tell, I'm not concussed or anything."

Well. More than he had been. Vidian had smashed that head of his against things a few times last week, after all.

[futurespacemom]

"We should probably take a look anyway," Hera said. "Just in case, given all you've been through lately."

[uncertain_dume]

"What, at my head, or at the paint?"

Sorry, Hera. Kanan couldn't resist.

[futurespacemom]

"The paint, of course," Hera answered. "Your head's harder than my ship."

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan made a little snorting sound, and then shrugged it off, glancing up as they approached the junkyard.

"It really does look better without the 'Imperial' in the name," he decided. "Give any more thought to what you're going to call it?"

[futurespacemom]

"I don't know." Hera chewed her lip, thinking, then shrugged. "Something'll come to me. Why?" She looked over at him. "Have any suggestions?"

[uncertain_dume]

"Offhand, nah," Kanan replied, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm a drifter, not a wordsmith. Mostly I was just curious."

And truth be told, there were really only so many words for a junkyard, and there was no way he could possibly come up with something catchy and alliterative without immediately accidentally stepping in something he didn't want to.

It would probably help if he knew more about Hera, perhaps. Twi-lek Trash was right out and Rebel Rubbish was unflattering and it said too much. Hera's Junk?

... Mostly just made him want to make an amused face like a twelve year old.