Thanks to that latest pile of douchery this place dished out, I’ll be picking feathers out of everything for weeks. Goes without sayin’ that them otters runnin’ around now means I get asked all the time to deliver packages and shit. Usually folks leave me alone after I tell them to sit on it and rotate.
Lylla would’ve gotten a kick out of itAlso, not like anyone cares, but my ship showed up a couple days ago so I’m gonna bunk there for the foreseeable future. Anyone want the apartment? Keys are in the lock.