Kanan's apartment, Tuesday morning

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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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He'd gone full Jedi Padawan in every way except for the robes and the braid, the last time the island had gone to hell.

... And there had been a braid, at that. It just hadn't been his.

"You're smirking," he accused. He still had his hand over his face, but look, he just knew these things.

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"Me?" Hera asked innocently. "Never."

It was breaking through now.

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"Here's where I start protesting that I don't just go around helping people again," Kanan announced, wrinkling his nose. "And then you smirk even more and I end up making a big show about being disgusted with myself and the galaxy in general."

He uncovered his face, nose still wrinkled.

"Isn't it?"

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"We can skip the last part if you want," Hera suggested. "You could just give in and agree that you're bad about letting things go."

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"Uuuuuuugh," Kanan groaned, throwing his head back and looking up at the ceiling. "That would make me a quitter, Hera. I'm not a quitter, either."

... Actually, he kind of was. That was one of his survival tactics. Quit often, move on.

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"No," Hera said patiently, "that would mean you're admitting you're not a quitter." She leaned forward and whispered, "even if you want everybody to think you are."

Everybody including himself.

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"It would mean admitting I'm..." Dammit, Kanan kind of let that sentence drift off so that he could pick apart the corner he'd just backed himself into. He sighed. "Can we just go back to pretending I don't actually care? That part's easier."

Look at him, admitting it was an act. That was like forward progress, if you squinted a lot.

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So it was tiny progress; it was still progress.

"Nope." Hera moved to sit next to him and tugged on his ponytail. "Don't worry; I won't tell."

She said it lightly, but she meant it on a few levels.

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Kanan wrinkled his nose and waved a hand behind his head, though there really wasn't any effort being put forth to try to get her away from his hair. Congrats, Hera. You'd reached the 'allowed to tug the ponytail' zone.

At present, you were the only person in that zone.

"I appreciate that," he decided. "I have a reputation to uphold, and all."

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Well, it wasn't like he had lekku for her to tweak when he was being silly.

"Right." She nodded. "Kanan Jarrus? He mostly hates everyone. Really unhelpful. Don't trust him, either."

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"He definitely doesn't help people. Not when he can avoid it," he supplied, helpfully. "His favorite place to spend his time is passed out on the floor, behind the bar at the local cantina."

Okay, it had been a while since he'd been found like that.

But so help him if he found another bar with ryncol...

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Hera raised an eyebrow at him. "I don't know I'm going to say that. I mean, I have my own reputation, you know."

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"Do you?" Kanan gave her a little grin. "And here I thought you were trying to cultivate an air of mysteriousness. I'm at least a little surprised you'll be seen in public with me, you know."

... He kind of was.

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"Well, every lady likes to have a bit of arm candy," Hera said airily. "You'll do. Even if you are weirdly hairy."

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"I'm just hairy enough," Kanan countered. Through a broadening grin. Hey, if he was going to be classified as arm candy, that was a definite step up from 'not a bad guy, but I don't take passengers.' "You know, for a human."

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Well, Kanan wasn't a passenger now.

"You're a lot hairier than my other crew member," Hera pointed out. "I can't help it if humans are weird."

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"Well, your other crew member is a droid," Kanan snorted. "And I'm not even all that hairy, even so far as humans go."

He could be much hairier! He was pretty average on the 'hairy humans' scale!

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"Tell that to my lekku when you don't dry it," Hera protested.

No, Kanan was not living that down any time soon.

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"It was just that one time," Kanan laughed, shaking his head. "Mornings are shower times, now, lesson learned."

He just didn't want to get kicked again.

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"One time was enough!" Hera smacked him in the arm.

"We really ought to buy more towels," she said. "Where do you even get them around here?"

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Kanan shrugged, still smirking.

"No clue," he admitted. "Probably that Turtle & Canary place. I hear they have pretty much everything."

Pretty much.

More or less.

Except duct tape, whatever that was.

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"I'll have to check that out. When it's not pelting things at us from the sky," Hera said. "I think I'm good to stay in the ship until this 'rain' stops."

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"Works for me," Kanan replied, nodding his agreement. "I don't think that umbrella is going to hold up to much more punishment, anyway."

And even if it did, he didn't imagine he would.

"Besides... it's comfortable in here. I was starting to forget what it was like to be on a ship that wasn't just built with hopefully not exploding in mind."

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Hera nodded. "Well, I certainly hope the Ghost is pretty explosion-proof, but - she's home. That's important."