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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[futurespacemom]

"I made plenty," Hera assured him. She poured two cups and slid one over toward him. It was...probably a bit stronger than he was used to.

Then she saw his chest and hissed in sympathy. "Have you been walking around like that the whole time? Where's your bacta?" Honestly, Kanan, you really did need a keeper.

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It couldn't have been half as bad as that poodoo he'd bought from Hondo. He took the cup with a grateful little nod and just kind of held it in his hands for a minute.

"I had bacta on the Expedient," he shared. "A whole first-aid kit for emergencies. But, since Expedient... isn't, so much, I'm fresh out."

There wasn't really much in the way of first aid supplies on the Escape. He needed to remedy that next time he made his way back home.

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You were getting such a look for that, Kanan. It wasn't even judging, so much as disbelieving.

"Finish your caf, and we're going to the Ghost. Why didn't you say anything?" Okay, there was a bit of exasperation in that.

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"I said 'ow' when you kicked me to the floor," Kanan offered, grinning faintly. "Otherwise, it just didn't seem all that important."

He was kind of used to just sucking it up until he could get his hands on something himself. The past six years hadn't really been big on nurturing or anything.

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Yeah, well, that was changing. Welcome to the nurturing bulldozer that was Hera Syndulla.

She sighed and shook her head. "Well, there's no reason to deal with it when we've got bacta. Of course, you'll be so wrapped in packs and bandages you can't move, but at least you'll have something on your top half. Where are all the shirts?"

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"I dunno," Kanan replied, shrugging. "The island probably ate them."

It did that sometimes.

"I'm willing to bet they'll be back by tomorrow. And maybe the weird rain will have stopped by then, too. By the way, don't go outside without an umbrella. Trust me on this."

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"Ate them? And what weird rain?"

Hera glanced out the window, but just saw...something falling from the sky, too fast to see what it was.

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan held up one finger, and then crouched down to liberate Stance of one of his new pieces of jewelry. He held up the string of beads - bright orange - and offered them to Hera.

"Weird rain. I probably should have mentioned Fandom's occasional bouts of unbelievable weather. At least it isn't pudding."

He would be upset enough having to clean pudding off of the Escape. He wasn't even going to think about having to do so with the Ghost.

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And he was crew now, so he damn well would be!

She took the beads, a bit bemused. "So we what, just wait for it to finish and our clothes come back?"

Waiting for things to right themselves wasn't exactly in Hera's nature.

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"More or less," Kanan agreed, shrugging. "Unless you can control the weather or have some hidden super-sewing ability you haven't mentioned yet. The plus side is that this weird stuff usually only lasts a day. Maybe two, if they happen on weekends."

He'd take shirtlessness over half the nonsense that happened over weekends, though.

[futurespacemom]

"What possible reason could the planet - or this weirdly sentient island -" she still wasn't sure about that whole thing "have to eat our shirts and pelt us with cheap jewelry?"

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

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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.

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"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.

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Hera just sighed; what did you say to that?

"So, do you have an umbrella?"

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"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?

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"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."

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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.

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"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."

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"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."

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"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."

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