Uh? Oh-- [draw a thing?? oh.] Um, al-alright. Hold on... [he stands up counter to Kanan's sit; he has to dig around in one of these under-the-table drawers they have stocked with crayons and pencils and things.
pencil...brown crayon. red. orange. yellow. he briefly eyes the turkey-hand explosion Kanan's pasted on the wall to be sure he's not missing anything. this seems to be it...
he puts himself back in the seat, sitting on his knees so he can lean over and trace around Kanan's big ol' Lucasarts animation hand. partway, though, he stops.]
Um. Sir, may I...ask? About the Jedi-thing, I mean? Sorry.
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pencil...brown crayon. red. orange. yellow. he briefly eyes the turkey-hand explosion Kanan's pasted on the wall to be sure he's not missing anything. this seems to be it...
he puts himself back in the seat, sitting on his knees so he can lean over and trace around Kanan's big ol' Lucasarts animation hand. partway, though, he stops.]
Um. Sir, may I...ask? About the Jedi-thing, I mean? Sorry.