MCA #3, Saturday

[uncertain_dume]

Something was up.

No, Kanan couldn't put a finger on just why he was pacing the apartment like an anxious nexu, but he had been practically all day, with breaks taken mostly just to take the dog out to do his business, and to try to beat some of last night's glitter out from his clothes. What was it that had him so twitchy? He really couldn't say

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[futurespacemom]

"You're not going to find out what's going on just pacing like a nervous nexu," Hera said, exasperated. She wasn't much better in the glitter department, still having streaks on her lekku and spots pretty much everywhere, but whatever was driving Kanan buggy was nothing she could feel.

Which made her a little nervous, actually, but the pacing wasn't helping.

Maybe she'd go to the junkyard. No nexu there.

[uncertain_dume]

It was probably a testimony to just how barvy Kanan was being driven that he actually reached his hand up to run through his hair.

Again.

It was something of a mess, by now.

"So, what would you have me do? Go outside and go looking for it?"

He'd been outside.

There were kids out there.

[futurespacemom]

"At least that would be productive," Hera pointed out. "I'll go with you, and we can take a look around."

[uncertain_dume]

"When have you ever known me to be productive?"

Said the guy who just last weekend had wandered into the island's underground labyrinth with a blaster on one hip and a lightsaber on the other.

"Don't answer that."

He stopped pacing, sighed, and then undid the fastener in his hair so that he could straighten it out for the umpteenth time today.