MCA #3, Friday Evening, After Dark
It had been all too easy for Kanan Jarrus to fall asleep on the couch that night after the sun had set, with a dog curled up at his hip, feeling, if not secure, at least relatively comfortable in his surroundings. It had been a long, long while since he'd been afraid to sleep, after all.
It had been all too easy for Caleb Dume to jerk awake with a start to find himself in a strange room, on a strange couch, with a strange animal curled up at his hip. He was on his feet a moment later, eyes wide, heart pounding in his ears, looking wildly around the room.
This wasn't Kaller. He'd been sleeping - a luxury he hadn't been able to afford in days - and this wasn't Kaller. He was hungry, Force help him he was exhausted, and he couldn't for the life of him figure out where he was or how he got here. He hadn't been restrained, though... there didn't seem to be any barrier between himself and the outside that he needed any real amount of effort to get past. So he hadn't been captured. Had he? He didn't know. He didn't know.
He was so, so tired.
The animal that had been sleeping beside him whined and looked up at him in concern, and Caleb crouched down low, reaching to scratch behind its floppy ears. Wherever he was, he couldn't stay here, couldn't afford to be found. So now, the question was whether he wanted to leave through the door, or through the window.
He was a Jedi, and the door was the obvious way out. This one was really a no-brainer.
[OOC: I WANT A TEENY JEDI OKAY HI. Open for the roomie or anybody who might notice a tiny Jedi trying to sneak out a third floor window after dark.]
It had been all too easy for Caleb Dume to jerk awake with a start to find himself in a strange room, on a strange couch, with a strange animal curled up at his hip. He was on his feet a moment later, eyes wide, heart pounding in his ears, looking wildly around the room.
This wasn't Kaller. He'd been sleeping - a luxury he hadn't been able to afford in days - and this wasn't Kaller. He was hungry, Force help him he was exhausted, and he couldn't for the life of him figure out where he was or how he got here. He hadn't been restrained, though... there didn't seem to be any barrier between himself and the outside that he needed any real amount of effort to get past. So he hadn't been captured. Had he? He didn't know. He didn't know.
He was so, so tired.
The animal that had been sleeping beside him whined and looked up at him in concern, and Caleb crouched down low, reaching to scratch behind its floppy ears. Wherever he was, he couldn't stay here, couldn't afford to be found. So now, the question was whether he wanted to leave through the door, or through the window.
He was a Jedi, and the door was the obvious way out. This one was really a no-brainer.
[OOC: I WANT A TEENY JEDI OKAY HI. Open for the roomie or anybody who might notice a tiny Jedi trying to sneak out a third floor window after dark.]