The Park, Wednesday Morning

Aug 03, 2016 08:43

Kanan had made a grave mistake today. Kanan had wandered out beyond the Causeway, had actually explored some of the planet out beyond Fandom that morning. It had been pleasant. Uncomfortably pleasant. Aggressively pleasant. So pleasant that it had left him with sore eyes and a bit of a tic in one of the muscles in his cheek. Not to mention the three technicolor dogs, the flying kitten, and the smiling white bear with a purple penguin on its shoulders that had attempted to follow him back to the island. He'd managed to lose the bear and the penguin when they got distracted by the flamingos on Doctor Lecter's front lawn, and the flying kitten and two of the dogs had pranced off to play when Kanan had ducked into the Perk to get something to drink.

Tea, today. Some kind of herbal thing with no caffeine whatsoever, to the barista's wide-eyed bemusement.

Which left Kanan with just one puppy, prancing along behind him as he made his way into the park, found a quiet spot on the lawn, and sat himself down, setting his tea down nearby.

The puppy sat down on the other side.

"I'm not keeping you," he stated, squinting down at the pup who was looking expectantly back up at him, all white fur with rainbow dalmation spots, giving his tail a wag. "You can't stay. I'm going to close my eyes, and I'm going to meditate, and when I'm done meditating, you'll have left, deal?"

The puppy watched as Kanan closed his eyes. And then laid himself down for a nap, flopping his little body so that he was resting solidly against the man's hip.

Kanan sighed.

[OOC: We're too damn efficient and I've been granted a five day weekend from the animation mines because we finished everything before WB gave us more work to do. Save me from myself, please.]

kanan jarrus, hannibal lecter, hrothbert of bainbridge (bob), cecil gershwin palmer, peter octavian, jalian d’arsennette y ken selvren, park

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