Odd....jobs.
Okay, fine, so it wasn't as downright cool as cruising the galaxy with Misty (ah, sweet Misty, how we will never forget you! Mwah!), and he mourned handing that wrist-mounted 3D-Projected computer back over to Captain Fuzzbutt, but he just couldn't take it anymore. The moving, the never staying still, the being constantly in motion. It could go up, it could go down, it could go in diagonals, it could spin, it could go side-to-side, and just look who forgot to swing by the 7/11 and pick up some Dramamine before getting dumped in Rhy'Din?
Hauling boxes and digging ditches wasn't exactly his idea of a good time, but at least now those voluminous pockets in his chain-riddled bondage pants jingled with a new sound: the clinkage of metal coins. Huzzah!
The Red Dragon Inn. Home to where he used to see lossa people on a regular basis. And where he seemed to always be getting his ass kicked. Whether it was that spitfire of a brunette,e or that testy ninja with what appeared to be a severe vitamin-D deficiency.
Such! Friendly! People!
Grumblegrumblegrumble
Well, now that he had dough (or, to be specific, a heavy-ish pile of silver coins) at least he could hang out again now. Buy a few cans of coke, rent a room for a few weeks, maybe even find someone else to cuddle with. Misty was great and awesome, but near as he could tell, she was probably in a galaxy far, far away right now.
Not that he was restricted to purple feline-based humanoids, of course! He, after all, found beauty in the strangest of places, and from the deeply intimate to the utterly platonic, this touch-freak just wanted to ball up on the couch and enjoy the nice, warm sensation of....someone else.
Now he just had to avoid that whole 'Get away from me, freak, before I kick your ass!' crowd.
Yeah.
Mean people suck.
Okay, fine, so it wasn't as downright cool as cruising the galaxy with Misty (ah, sweet Misty, how we will never forget you! Mwah!), and he mourned handing that wrist-mounted 3D-Projected computer back over to Captain Fuzzbutt, but he just couldn't take it anymore. The moving, the never staying still, the being constantly in motion. It could go up, it could go down, it could go in diagonals, it could spin, it could go side-to-side, and just look who forgot to swing by the 7/11 and pick up some Dramamine before getting dumped in Rhy'Din?
Hauling boxes and digging ditches wasn't exactly his idea of a good time, but at least now those voluminous pockets in his chain-riddled bondage pants jingled with a new sound: the clinkage of metal coins. Huzzah!
The Red Dragon Inn. Home to where he used to see lossa people on a regular basis. And where he seemed to always be getting his ass kicked. Whether it was that spitfire of a brunette,e or that testy ninja with what appeared to be a severe vitamin-D deficiency.
Such! Friendly! People!
Grumblegrumblegrumble
Well, now that he had dough (or, to be specific, a heavy-ish pile of silver coins) at least he could hang out again now. Buy a few cans of coke, rent a room for a few weeks, maybe even find someone else to cuddle with. Misty was great and awesome, but near as he could tell, she was probably in a galaxy far, far away right now.
Not that he was restricted to purple feline-based humanoids, of course! He, after all, found beauty in the strangest of places, and from the deeply intimate to the utterly platonic, this touch-freak just wanted to ball up on the couch and enjoy the nice, warm sensation of....someone else.
Now he just had to avoid that whole 'Get away from me, freak, before I kick your ass!' crowd.
Yeah.
Mean people suck.