MCA #3, Saturday Morning

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Little known fact about Kanan Jarrus: His idea of 'getting ready for bed' generally involved peeling his way out of his shirt and just collapsing for the night. This hadn't actually changed any since Hera had moved in, either. Last night, Kanan had done his usual evening routine, which was somewhat shorter than it used to be now that he showered in

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Hera, meanwhile, was blissfully asleep. Just until she sleepily turned her head, and something was...off. She mumbled in confusion and reached up to rub her...those were not her...ears?

Okay, she was awake now.

[uncertain_dume]

Well, it was good that somebody was, because Kanan was still totally asleep. Honest. Completely well and truly asleep. Except for how that mumble that Hera had made had sounded nothing like Hera at all, and he could only resist cracking open one eye to check up on her for so long.

"Well, kark me-" Waitaminute. "Oh, come on."

That was not his usual voice, there, dammit. His usual voice was much, much deeper. And less effeminate.

[futurespacemom]

And now Hera was really awake, and staring at the human woman in bed with her, and realizing she also had other parts she wasn't used to herself, and was missing others, and - "What the frak is going on??"

That wasn't her usual voice, either. Sorry, Kanan.

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Kanan's eyes were a little wider than their usual as he sat up, holding up his hands in front of him and managing to get out an, "In my own defense, I didn't know the island did th--" before finally cluing in and looking down. "Oh, COME ON."