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 smell caf," Kanan announced, kind of oozing his way into the kitchen. He'd just gotten back from a short walk with Stance, who was now wearing several brightly-colored beaded necklaces, and there were a few welts on his skin from the falling things that he was dead-set on ignoring. They didn't stand out all that much from the bruising of last week, anyway. "I hope you made enough to share."

He'd cope if she didn't, but it needed to be said.