electrocynic | MCA #5, Sunday Evening

"Sounds to me like a winning combination," Kanan decided, giving the living room a cursory glance around, mostly out of habit, as he made his way in and took a seat. He shot Sara a grin. "The snacks are already a step up from what we'd talked about," he teased, lightly. "I wish I'd known this was going to be all fancy. I would've put on a tie."

No. Never.

"D'you even own one?"

Had to be asked. She was mostly joking, but also, he didn't necessarily seem like the type.

It also gave her something to say as she went to get some glasses.

"Not a single one," Kanan confessed. "There were some dress clothes left behind in my apartment when I moved in that more or less fit me, but they're not really my style, and they were ruined the first time I wore them anyway."

That sort of thing tended to happen when there were flamethrowers involved. Kanan had to hand it to Dr. Lecter; the man had an interesting idea of what a wedding entailed.

"I'm probably overdue for a shopping trip, where that sort of thing is concerned. It's starting to get cooler, I've noticed. And hell if I know what winter's like here."

"Cold."

That was ever so helpful, really. But, she brought some glasses over, along with the rum. She plopped herself down on the other end of the couch before opening the bottle.

"The fuck happened the first time you wore your fancy clothes, though?"

Cold was about as good an answer as Kanan could have hoped for, honestly. He smirked and shrugged a little.

"Somebody had a really rough first wedding attempt. There was fire involved. I've stopped going to the follow-up tries, but I hear it's become a bit of a saga."

"A Fandom couple?" Sarah checked, as if that was necessary. Occasionally a lot of random shit happened in people's home universes, but mostly? It was the island.

She poured two glasses of rum. To start with. "Didn't know any of our folks even tried getting married."

... Showed how much attention she paid to anything.

Kanan gave his shoulders a shrug.

"I don't know one of them very well, but there was an open bar," be confessed. "Doctor Lecter and his fiance, cementing for me the idea that marriage is probably more trouble than it's worth."

Or at least the wedding part. Kanan shrugged.

"In any case, it did a number on the wardrobe."

Which hadn't been all that impressive to start with.

"Well, you're looking fine tonight," Sarah decided, holding one glass out for him. "'Course, I wasn't expecting wedding finery in the first place. Not really what this is about."

A beat.

"I should hope, anyway."

"You don't have to worry about that here," Kanan replied, chuckling as he accepted the offered glass. "I promise, I'm not the kind of guy who'll make dates with marriage in mind right out of the gate."

Or probably ever. Kanan was not the marrying type.

"I mean, you're great so far, but we've had, what, forty minutes of conversation combined, to date? Maybe almost an hour, if we're being generous."

"Aww, you don't just jump right to marriage?" Sarah drawled. No one had ever been more obviously kidding with their 'aww' of pity. Ever. She took a sip and shook her head. "Yeah, no. I don't know if I see the point in it just in general, if I'm honest."

"Nah?" Look at Kanan. Look at Kanan just relax a little more in general as he took a drink. "I mean, I'm sure it's fine for some people, but I'm not really the kind of person to settle down in one place for any reason. Swearing myself to another person for life included."

It was much harder to flee a planet when you had a wife there, he was sure.

"I'm fine settling down," Sarah replied, shrugging. "Just not with a person." Well. Depended on the person, but only one had so far come close to getting her there.

She tilted her head a little. "So you'v flown around space a lot, I take it?"

Look, she'd identified him as a space boy on first meeting. It made sense to assume when he failed to settle down, he didn't necessarily just move from place to place on the same planet.

"Basically all across the galaxy," Kanan confirmed with an easy shrug of his shoulders. "Well, my galaxy. My version of my galaxy, which I guess is more or less a given around this place. Mostly I take odd jobs where I can find them. Keeps me in work for a bit, and then I move on. I haven't settled down in any one place for as long as I've been on the island in years."

And he'd only been on the island since the start of summer.

Something that did not escape Sarah's notice, no.

She looked amused.

"And you've been here for what? Two weeks?"

"Nearly four months," Kanan replied, almost, almost without a trace of irony. "The island doing all the moving around that it did during the summer helped with the wanderlust at least a little bit. The fact that I can't figure out how to get home is doing the rest of the job."

'Home' being a very broad term when you didn't tend to stay anywhere for more than two months at a time.

"Home like your galaxy, I assume," Sarah replied, after a sip from her glass. "Since it looks like you live about five steps away from here."

'Home' wasn't really that simple of a concept for her, either.

"That's the one," Kanan agreed easily. "I do have to say, living basically next door did make getting here pretty easy tonight, though."

He had no complaints about that. He could have a hangover from hell the day after and still drag himself back to his own apartment relatively easily, after all.

Sarah snorted. "Yeah, pretty convenient, ain't it?" she rasped, raising her glass as if to toast to that. She was also privately amused (if in a somewhat dry way) at how her social life seemed to be contained within this building. This floor, even.

Atton and Sparks lived right across the hall, after all.

"Makes for a pretty short walk of shame, if you're into that sort of thing."

[ooc: HELLO my weekend was exhausting! Sorry about disappearing, feel free to not pick this back up if it's been too long etc etc wow this Monday feels like a Monday.]

Hey, there were worse ways to be, weren't there? Probably. Kanan wasn't completely sure. Once upon a time, his entire social life had consisted of whatever other temple younglings would actually socialize with him.

"I'm into plenty of things," he said easily. "I'm not terribly ashamed of any of them, though."

It was only a walk of shame if you were worried that people knew what it was all about, he figured.

[ooc: HI YOU SURVIVED! I'll happily SP until the end of the time, no worries there!]

Sarah nodded approvingly. "Good, me neither." She leaned back a little. "Feeling shame is a waste of time."

Please note that she felt various other negative emotions more than enough for one person. (Also, shame. On occasion.)

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She wasn't alone on that front. But the things that Kanan felt ashamed about, he wasn't likely to bring up on the first date that lasted longer than three minutes. Those were at least 'coping with Fandom trauma' conversations.

"Never could see why anybody would think of it that way," he mused, and then punctuated that thought with another drink. "Where's the shame in having a good night?"

Sarah gave that one a lazy shrug. "Dunno. Some people just seem to have a bloody big hate-on for fun." Or, in a lot of cases, just a way stricter moral code than hers. (Which was pretty tattered by this point, to be honest.) "Me, I prefer a good night over judging others."

Well.

"Occasionally, I also like a good night of judging others, but, y'know." She downed another sip.

Kanan chuckled a bit like that and took a sip of his own drink.

"Well, I suppose if you're judging based on performance..."

There was probably a joke in there about how the Trandoshan judge was always really nitpicky when it came to keeping score. But really, Kanan just didn't like Trandoshans that way. It would make for an awkward joke.

Very, since Sarah didn't even know what the fuck a Trandoshan was.

"Mostly I judge based on shit people can't help."

Because she was a terrible person.

To Kanan's credit, that statement only startled a light bark of a laugh out of him. And he was still grinning when that laugh was done.

"Well," he drawled, "it's part of the whole experience, I suppose I can't fault anybody for doing inventory."

He seemed fairly unperturbed, so that was probably a good sign, right? Or maybe it was just ego. Who could tell?

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