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MHA #6, Thursday Evening - PARTY!

Liam and Verity had decided to celebrate the whole 'officially moving in together' with a housewarming of sorts. Never mind that even before the rest of his stuff had made it over there, Liam had basically been living at the apartment in practice if not in name. Look, they wanted to throw a party, they were throwing a party. 'Housewarming' was just a convenient excuse.

The weapons that usually were strewn about the apartment had all been stashed in the bedroom, and there was a good selection of food and drinks (both alcoholic and non) laid out on the kitchen table. They might be in debt to the various restaurants in Fandom for providing the spread, but no one wanted to nosh on Verity's "leftover Chinese food fajita specials." The mice had even been bribed with a selection of the appetizers to stay away from the table of food. (They had not, however, been expressly forbidden from trying to convince anyone to give them food once it had left the table, so... fair warning.)

Coats go in the spare room and please don't touch the Barbie Dream House. Unless invited to by the mice, of course.

[ooc: up early for SP because things like timezones and work get in the way. open to all friends, neighbours, ex-housemates, coworkers, friends-of-friends, etc. basically, if you're an adult you got an invite.]

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"You're gonna be so wired," Jack laughed at him, depositing the cookies on his plate, "Do we need to get you a nice caffeinated Coke to wash them down with? See how much we need to pump into you to get you spinning like a top? I'm sure Liam would love that."

He might. She didn't know.

"You kidding?" Kanan smiled crookedly. "I pretty much live on this stuff. I'm immune."

It was still pretty tame compared to some of the nonsense he'd been into.

"I heard about your liquid pixie sticks evening," Jack smirked at him, "Even you have a limit to the amount of sugar you can take at once."

"Alright, fine," Kanan chuckled. "That was made specifically with getting the better of me in mind."

He could acknowledge that.

She laughed, "Don't think I'm above that. You know better." Jack glanced between her boys. "You two talked, huh? Shit seems less tense."

"We talked," Kanan confirmed. "There were a few things festering under the surface, there."

He paused a moment.

"He understands why 'check out Coruscant' is a thing now, for what it's worth."

Among other things.

"You tell him about the," blinding, "beard?" Jack asked and then explained, "I didn't. Not mine, you know?"

"I... haven't mentioned that yet, no," Kanan replied, biting the inside of his cheek. "Figured I'd save that one for... sometime a little less raw."

Tuesday had been... a lot.

"Even if I thought he could handle it, right then, I couldn't."

"That's fair," Jack agreed, "I mean.. ickle, he's not gonna take it any better'n I did. He might look like it on the outside but it's Kaidan, man. There's no way he's gonna just stand there and you know how he gets when his brain goes tearing right down the fucking road. You don't need that shit til it happens, pretty much."

People thought she was the force of nature in the family. HA!

"Pretty much," Kanan agreed, bowing his head a little. And then he sighed. "It's not the first time, you know. That the island's hinted toward that one."

A beat.

"The beard is new."

"I will hold you down and shave that shit right off your face if you ever do that," Jack said cheerfully, "It'll be my good deed for that day. A public service. Because that's the kind of friend I am."

The cheer hid a sudden, fierce resolve. Kanan hadn't been able to see himself under the bandages but the stress was all over that face. Whatever did that had better not do it.

If it happened, it happened - and if Kanan didn't kill whatever had done that to him..

That's what family was for.

"You're entirely too good to me, Jack," Kanan laughed. "Bullying me into... I don't know, looking twelve again? At least let me keep the chin, would you?"

You'd seen him without.

It was not a great life choice.

"You can keep what you got now," Jack reassured him, "You look really fucking weird without it."

You're welcome.

"I'm used to the face you got now and I don't deal so great with change." Understatement.

"You know if you leave 'em breathing, I'mma fix that for you too, right?" she asked pleasantly. "I like your face. It's a goddamn good face and I feel really fucking 'do unto others' about it."

Kanan shrugged a little.

"How do you know it's something someone did?"

He... hadn't seen the damage himself. It was hard to miss the straightaway burn left by a searing weapon.

"Ickle," Jack said and kicked his shin again. Lightly! With love! "Like you'd do that to yourself? No, asshole. Even if it was an accident and you fell on your sword, that ain't what it'd have looked like. You'd be missing half your fucking head."

Kanan opened his mouth for a moment, and then shut it again.

Frowned.

Ah. A lightsaber burn, then.

"Interesting."

He wasn't sure what the hell else to say.

Jack nodded and then lifted a shoulder, "'Swhat it looked like to me. I could be wrong. Someone could've used a copper pipe. Looked about the right size. Kinda a little surprising it didn't take half your head clean off. That's what I'd'a expected it to do. Unless there's a 'low' setting on the fucking thing?"

That would be interesting. Like the 'stun' on his blaster, maybe?

"Lightsabers can have adjustable power outputs," Kanan confirmed, "but if they were going for the face, odds are better I just got lucky. Moved at the right time. Deflected just so."

This was a weirdly easy conversation to have, just so long as he stepped outside of it and considered logistics.

"So we're probably also talkin' Force-user," Jack mused. Her eyes went a little far away while her brain ran some scenarios. Probably not someone on the island.

Probably.

"Maybe we can get you a helmet. You know, like the little kids have who're prone to smacking their heads on things," Jack said lightly, "One that shit'd bounce off."

"So I'm effectively blind the rest of the time, too?" Kanan raised an eyebrow. "There's not much that can withstand the blade of a lightsaber, anyway."

Well. Cortosis weave, but that wasn't really common knowledge in his time.

"Not in your galaxy, maybe," Jack pointed out, "Shit, ickle, I got an entire multiverse to go play in. You think there's nothin'? Can't be right. And? We got helmets at home with visors that are impervious to shit and still keep your melon intact. Or we can set you up with some Kestrel shit where you got virtual intelligence programming and a live feed of everything outside it."

Kanan would look damn funny in a Kestrel helmet, it was true.

Jack, Kanan appreciated that you were trying, but also he was giving you such a weird look right then.

"And that wouldn't be at all conspicuous.

Jack grinned at him cheekily, "Not where I'm from, it wouldn't be. We could just tell people you never got over banging your head on shit as a kid."

Kanan, ever so lovingly, reached out to swat the back of her head.

He didn't even have to actually be able to reach her!

Jack smirked right back at him. Utterly unrepentant.

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