Tonight I must finish Dystopia Rising packing (really, just Sal’s side bag with my new medical physreps and my gifts for people). Once that’s done I will play SWTOR and get 77 OFF OF ALDERAAN omg y’all I hate soloing
Excited about DR, even tho a good friend can’t come due to an ankle injury and car issues. We will make up for things in January (provided Sal survives the weekend). I have a lot of theories going into this weekend and I am so excited while also not looking forward to playing in sleet.
So we recently bathed the cats, which is something I tend to avoid because it is very stressful for them and often involves like three people wrangling animals to be successful. But, they were getting kinda stinky and I figured before the cold of winter set in “for real” (lol Louisiana winter) so cat bathing was agreed to.
Sasha, the oldest, was painfully quiet before suddenly making werewolf noises at the very end (when being rinsed and having water slicked from his fur). He then burrowed into towels and went to sleep.
Haseo, the second oldest, was a completely chill bro the whole time and just kind of stood there. This is not surprising because he will sit on or in the tub while I’m showering (he won’t get in the water exactly). Being a Russian Blue, though, he was moat difficult to get wet AND to get dry.
Dio, the little prince, was a crying moon-eyed baby the whole time and settled into a towel nest after rinsing. I thought he’d be mad but after he dried off he came and sat in my lap for hours so good job??
Esper was surprisingly well-behaved, even though he tried to get out of the tub. No clawing or crying, though. Like Haseo, though, he is a shower/bath creeper.
Overall, they look much better and feel quite soft. Got off the gunk of half a year! We will probably bathe them again when it gets hot to help them get thwie winter coat out and as extra flea precaution.
Obisen looked up from his ration bar and datapad to see the goblin-esque face of Specialist Bivvin. He sighed and placed his ration bar on the table, wincing slightly at the fact he didn’t have a napkin sat down.
Sken Bivvin waggled a datapad in front of his dumb, ugly face. “Looks like you’ve been getting messages from someone other than that pet Sith of yours.”
Obisen narrowed his eyes. “Why do you insist on going through my personal transmissions? More importantly, why are you not getting reprimanded for it?”
The Specialist laughed as he stood over him. “Because I know how to cover my tracks, dear sweet no-longer-agent Kindrak.” He tapped at the screen and chuckled. “So, who is this person that misses you so much? You’re dear sweet mummy? Not your twi’lek, oh no, he sends you all sorts of much more detailed messages and holos that show how much he really misses you, hrm?”
Stay professional Obisen repeated in his head. I don’t need Benem screaming at me today…again.
"So, who is it? Got yourself a little action on the side, hrm?" Sken had decided to sit down next to a clearly angry and upset Obisen whose knuckles has become whiter as he balled up his fists. "Is it a girl this time? Sounds like it. I bet she’s cute, hrm? She’s good at covering her tracks, but you, oh no, you’ve gotten sloppy! Leaving them decoded for me to read! How kind of you." He laughed his gross goblin laugh and smirked, clearly impressed with himself.
"Miss you, you’ll do well!" Bivvin pitched his voice up in an attempt to sound like a girl. "Do hurry home to Dromund Kaas so you can lay me good and right and I’ll pretend I like it~"
Obisen pushed himself back from the table, turned to look at Bivin and with his fists still balled up, he swung back and hit him square in the nose.
"She’s my sister you kriffing creep!"
The brothers turned as they heard the outburst and began to hoot and holler, wanting to see more of a fight, but Obisen just looked at the bleeding nose of one Specialist Sken Bivvin and shook his head. He grabbed his datapad and ration bar and as he went to leave the mess area, he took the time to wipe off his bloody knuckles on Bivin’s sorry excuse for a uniform.
Got Asara to 55 and cleaned out a lot of her cargo space (including a bunch of clothes), did some crafting on my Inquisitor, managed the cargo space for my smuggler (Sorska) and then leveled Seventy-seven some (though she’s still on motherfuckin’ Alderaan). Also dabbled in a little bit of RP.