Hijinks
Cheshire Shi'ido
Jink woke up, yowling slightly as he yawned, and managing to contain the sound in his pillow so he didn't wake Carliah up. His arm was still loosely around her, and he left it there for a bit, savoring both her presence in the Force, and lying there next to him. He swore under his breath as he saw the Escher from the window of the bedroom. He'd wanted to let the red queen sleep for a bit longer. He sighed quietly at the wine-sodden state of the shirt he'd been wearing last night, and his ears flattened in annoyance. He'd never get those stains out. He rummaged through a drawer with his mind, and found what he wanted: an old rock and roll t-shirt from a band he'd only seen as an illusion of the Escher. He did rather enjoy their music, though.
The shirt floated to a side table, and rested there, while Jink tried to figure out how to wake Carliah up. In the end he just ended up purring in a low voice and leaning his head on Carliah's shoulder. That was good enough for now.
[member='Darth Vivaldi']
The shirt floated to a side table, and rested there, while Jink tried to figure out how to wake Carliah up. In the end he just ended up purring in a low voice and leaning his head on Carliah's shoulder. That was good enough for now.
[member='Darth Vivaldi']