Kanan had one suit to his name. It had been left in the closet by whoever the previous tenant of his apartment was, and it actually wasn't a bad fit. And so he was here, of course he was here. He wouldn't miss the wedding of his boss (and, really, the man who had basically mentored him to the point of a passingly functional human person since his arrival on the island) to the people he cared about so obviously.
... He was also enjoying the appetizers, because how do you not enjoy appetizers?
That had been a lovely wedding. He was pretty sure. He had no idea. He didn't really do weddings, as a rule. Really, he was still wrapping his head around 'tiny romantic gestures,' here.
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Re: The Reception
Date: 2019-06-30 09:35 pm (UTC)... He was also enjoying the appetizers, because how do you not enjoy appetizers?
That had been a lovely wedding. He was pretty sure. He had no idea. He didn't really do weddings, as a rule. Really, he was still wrapping his head around 'tiny romantic gestures,' here.