MCA #3, Monday Morning

[uncertain_dume]

After his radio broadcast, Kanan dragged his feet all the way back to his apartment. Up the stairs. Through the door, tripping over an enthusiastic dog along the way.

... Taking the leash from Stance. Putting it onto him, taking him outside for a walk to do his business...

And then back into the apartment again, managing to kick off his boots

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[futurespacemom]

"Mm?"

That was Hera's super helpful half-asleep question.

[uncertain_dume]

"They broke time an', I dunno, jizz is illegal or something," Kanan muttered. "Squirrels don't make sense."

He needed way more caf to be able to process what had gone on at the radio station that morning. Or sleep. Actual sleep.

[futurespacemom]

"Broke time and huh?"

Neither part of that was computing, Kanan.

[uncertain_dume]

"Every clock we have is an hour wrong now, and the radio censors even the mention of jizz," Kanan grumbled. "I don't even know. I need more kriffing sleep."