The Morning III

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Lothal, Ezra's Room, 0540 a.m.

"Hey!" Kanan yelled in Ezra's ear. "Hey!" He said again, poking him. Ezra covered his head with his pillow.

"HEY!" Kanan yelled again. Ezra pulled his pillow down harder, growling.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Kanan said, poking him a little too hard. "Hey, Ezra! Hey, Ezra! Hey, Ezra!"

"Go away!" Ezra yelled. "IT'S TOO EARLY IN THE MORNING! GO FRIPING AWAY!"

Kanan didn't say anything for a moment, then he started poking Ezra again and saying 'hey'.

"HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!" Kanan shouted.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT, KANAN?!" Ezra yelled in his face. Kanan just smiled at him.

"Hey, Ezra! You awake cause it's time for training?" Kanan said far too happily. Ezra's eye started to twitch and a primal like growl came from the back of his throat. Hera was walking past outside Ezra's door when suddenly she heard a scream. Kanan crawled out of the dark room, clawing at the floor.

"Help me!" He squeaked as something dragged him back into the room. Hera stood staring at the door as more screams and small explosions came from the room. Sabine stuck her head out of her door to see what the noise was all about. Zeb and Chopper quit their fighting and walked out of the cockpit. Something slammed into the door with a loud thud. Kanan crawled out on his stomach covered in Sparkle, paint, honey, sprinkles and confetii. His hair stuck up in spikes with a party hat tied to one of them.

"Help!" He gasped, clinging to Hera's leg. Hera, Sabine, Zeb and Chopper looked into the room. Ezra hissed at them and crawled out of the light back up on to his bed, glaring at them. Hissing once more he curled up on his bed and covered his head with his pillow. After that no one ever dared to wake Ezra up in the morning.

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