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notallofus) wrote2017-10-22 07:48 pm
notallofus) wrote2017-10-22 07:48 pm
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Cantina adventures that take a turn
For all that the climates of different regions and planets are vastly different, there's something comfortingly the same about every cantina Kanan's been in.
Maybe it's the smell.
Maybe it's the grumbling of pilots and criminals the galaxy over, insults and friendly banter jumbling in and over each other until a body can't tell which is which.
Maybe it's the drink.
And the drink -- and the cheap food that isn't protein paste -- is what gets Kanan to leave his seat at the table with Hera to go fetch them some more of both.
"I'll be right back."
Maybe it's the smell.
Maybe it's the grumbling of pilots and criminals the galaxy over, insults and friendly banter jumbling in and over each other until a body can't tell which is which.
Maybe it's the drink.
And the drink -- and the cheap food that isn't protein paste -- is what gets Kanan to leave his seat at the table with Hera to go fetch them some more of both.
"I'll be right back."
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He wants to take her hand and hold on tight, or clasp her shoulder, but given earlier (and the walda blossoms she's holding) --
Kanan just smiles a little, instead.
"I've got your back."
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By this time, however, they've nearly reached the Ghost, or at least close enough for Chopper to be rolling out across the rocks toward them. Her smile quirks.
"We're coming, Chop."