SPRINK BREAK!!!!!!!!!!! but i got some sour gummy bears to celebrate yipeeeee

100 ways to say I love you - TimKon edition:

Number 58: “You don’t have to say anything.” 

Enjoy! :D 

“Listen to what I’m saying! You’re going about this wrong, someone is going to get killed if you do it this way.”

“Now is not the time Kon.”

Kon grits his teeth as Tim barges past him, clearly done with the conversation. Unfortunately for him, Kon wasn’t. He reaches out and grabs Tim’s wrist, stopping him from exiting the room. He holds on tight, especially when Tim tries to tug free.

"Look, I know you think what you’re doing is right, but if you follow through with this plan, it will fail. We’re walking into a trap Tim.”

This time when Tim shoves him Kon lets his wrist go and takes a step back. The two face each other, seething as they feel just as pissed off as the other at the situation for different reasons.

They’re about to infiltrate a building, owned by Luthor of all people, and he and Tim are arguing about the plan for the mission. Kon had missed all of the mission meetings, only to find out he had been excluded on purpose, and when he found out what is happening he tried to put it to an immediate stop only to be told to back off.

Kon doesn’t know whether he’s more pissed off at the situation or more hurt by it.

He knows that the plan they’ve formed isn’t going to work. Kon’s been with Luthor and he knows what kinds of traps the man has in place for these kinds of things but his bull-headed boyfriend isn’t listening to him. That part hurts. It hurts that Tim isn’t listening to him, or even hearing him out about the situation.

“Kon.” Tim bites out harshly and Kon could tell he’s glaring underneath his mask. “You’re too close to this because of Luthor’s involvement, that being the reason why you were excluded in the very beginning. We’re doing it this way, it’s been agreed and now we’re setting up. Either help out or stay here. This conversation is over.”

With that Tim storms off. Still fuming Kon watches him leave and it’s only when he’s taken a few deep breaths to calm down that he follows behind. It isn’t a question about what he’s going to do because if he’s at least on the mission he can then do his best to do damage control while he’s there.

----

As predicted, the mission was an absolute disaster. They didn’t even make it past Luthor’s first layer of security before they were caught which resulted in them having to defend themselves against a series of attacks.

In the end they abandoned mission and regrouped back at the Tower to debrief. There were lots of minor injuries and only two serious, though not life threatening, injuries sustained by Cassie and Gar. Thankfully they’ll both fully recover in a week or so.

The mission debrief was both aggressive and straight to the point, they covered what went wrong and how they could have easily avoided it from happening. Throughout the debrief Kon sat there stoically, resisting the urge to blurt out “I told you so” at his teammates, everything that gets pointed out Kon knew of and had even tried to warn his team about. If only they listened to him…

Once the debrief has finished, with the plan to regroup tomorrow and talk about it further, Kon goes to his bedroom so he could freshen up and wash the day off of him. It’s been a long one and he’s more than ready to leave it behind.

When he’s showered and changed he looks at the time and debates on what to do. He’s not tired enough to go to sleep and he’s surprisingly not hungry either, maybe he could see if anyone else is about and is willing to hang out for a bit?

With that in mind, his thoughts quickly change direction and makes him think of Tim. He wonders what his boyfriend is currently doing. While he's still frustrated with Tim for not listening to him, Kon’s no longer as angry at him than he was before. At this point he knows the anger isn’t worth it, what’s done is done and he can’t change what’s happened. What he can do, however, is go and speak to Tim about what’s occurred, hopefully they can talk things through and resolve any tension between the two of them.

Since he knows Tim, Kon knows that his boyfriend will be stowing in his thoughts, going over everything that happened and will probably be beating himself up about the day’s failure. Talking about what happened will most likely do them both some good.

Making a decision Kon leaves his room and seeks Tim out. A few minutes later he finds himself walking onto the roof of the Tower and over to the edge where Tim is perched with his legs hanging off the side. Tim’s staring out into the distance, his mask is off but his suit remains on, he doesn’t even glance at Kon as the meta settles down bedside him, making sure to leave enough space between them as he does so.

They sit in silence for a while. It would be peaceful if it weren’t for the elephant in the room. Kon knows that the sooner they address it the sooner they can move on from it, but the question is how to start the conversation.

It turns out he doesn’t need to start it because Tim soon speaks up, breaking the quietness around them.

“Go ahead. Say it.”

Kon frowns. He knows exactly what Tim is on about but he doesn’t want to play the game. “Say what?”

Tim sends him a scornful glance. “You know what. So say it, I know you want to.”

Kon bites his tongue in order to restrain himself from snapping at his boyfriend. It takes a moment until he calms down enough in order to speak without the anger. “Is that what you think I came up here for? To rub it your face? To come and gloat?”

He turns to the side and faces Tim who purposely avoids his gaze by staring out into the distance. Honestly, Kon does want to say it, he would love to say it, however that’s not what he’s there for.

“I did come up here to talk about what happened Tim. We need to discuss-”

Before he could continue Tim interrupts him, his voice sounding croakier than before. “I’m sorry Kon. You were right. I’m so sorry I didn’t listen to you…”

Kon breathes in deeply and watches Tim wipe his eyes, clearly trying to keep his emotions in check. Suddenly wanting to be closer, Kon closes the gap between them and wraps an arm around Tim’s shoulders and presses their sides together. Tim instantly leans into the touch and leans his head on Kon’s shoulder.

“You don’t have to say anything, I don’t expect it or want it Tim. What’s happened has happened okay,” Kon mutters into his hair softly, “all I ask is that you listen to me in the future. It doesn’t mean you have to do what I say, I just would like you to stop for a moment and consider my words, that’s all.”

Tim wordlessly nods and Kon pulls away just enough so they could see each other. Tim takes a shaky breath and speaks up. “I do owe you an apology Kon. You deserve one and I don’t care what you think about it. I should have trusted you and your word, you’re experienced enough to know when things aren’t right and I should have trusted that. I’m sorry. I’ll try and do better in the future.”

Kon couldn’t help the little smile that makes its way onto his face after hearing Tim’s words. He bends down and chastely kisses Tim, pulling away before it could go any further. “That’s all I ask.”

They share another kiss and this time Kon lets it become deeper though before it gets too heated he pulls away. “Why don’t we move indoors and onto a more comfortable surface? I know you love your heights and everything but there are better places to continue this.”

For the first time that day Kon sees Tim smile. His boyfriend chuckles softly and pulls away from Kon to stand up, even offering a hand for Kon to take. “Sounds good. At least inside will be warmer.”

Laughing lightly Kon takes Tim’s hand and stands up and together they head indoors, finally leaving the day’s events behind them.

Y’all only get one part today and tomorrow because tomorrow’s is Big. That being said, back to osmobeast college shit.

Kevin pines.

~~

“You sure you don’t wanna come?” This was the third time Gar was asking him, and truth be told Kevin wasn’t sure if he was beginning to feel annoyed or guilty.

“You sure you wanna go?” He certainly didn’t. Smaller parties were fine, and he could do the big ones for a while, but Gar was more sociable than he was and would definitely want to stay longer than he was comfortable. And Kevin knew himself well enough to know he would go along with it. Better to nip it in the bud now. With a quick sigh, Gar smiled softly at him.

“Much as I’d love to stay and hang out-” Yes, that. That was what Kevin wanted. For him to take his shoes back off, kick back, and stay there, with him. Was it selfish? Yes, but he’d never claimed not to be. “-I promised Baz and the others I’d show.” Because of course there were other people in the world waiting to see him. (‘Of course he’d pick them over you-’)

“Well, if you promised,” Kevin said with a grin and roll of the eyes. “At least make out with a frat boy for me or something.” Barking a laugh, Gar grinned back.

“Any specific type I should look for?” Kevin hummed as he pretended to consider the matter.

“At least one of the bastards has to be an athlete…” Gar broke into snickers, twisting Kevin’s chest with how kissable he looked. “Seriously, have fun.”

“I’ll try.” Breathing deep to get himself back under control, Gar set his hand on the doorknob. “Stay safe?” Anxiety acting up? Explained why he wanted him to come along.

“Of course.” Grin shrinking to what was hopefully a reassuring smile, Kevin reached out and laid his hand on his arm. “I’m going to lock the door, spend the night catching up on some reading. Gonna be chill, gonna be fine.” ‘Though if you wanted to make sure, you could always stay.’

“Alright.” With a slow nod, Gar took a released a deep breath. “I’m probably gonna be back late so, don’t wait up for me. No matter what you think, you do need to sleep.” Kevin grinned at him.

“Really? ‘Cause that sounds like a challenge to me.”

“No.” Chuckling, Gar shook a finger at him. “Bad Levin. You need sleep.”

“I make no promises.” For a moment, he just looked at him. Barely shaking his head with that same soft smile Kevin couldn’t get enough of.

“See you later, man,” he said, door clicking open, and Kevin dropped his hand away.

“See you then. Call if you need me.”

“Will do.” The two exchanged another flash of a grin before Gar slipped out the door, locking it himself behind him. Kevin listened until the sound of his footsteps faded away, taking a releasing a deep breath before dropping back onto his bed and reaching for the shelf.

He did need to finish Dark Prince sooner or later…

The Catsitter

“It's not easy keeping pets when there are regulations that specifically state that clones are not allowed to own animals, but with a little help they're more than eager to try.” 

Here’s the first little fic for my Star Wars OC (Dalthic Zikaria) that the peeps on Twitter and Discord have been hearing a little about. There will be numerous little stories based in this verse and possibly some potential shipping content later on, but most shipping will largely be background, this fic is supposed to be about the Clones after all. The chapters will generally include notes about their content before each new chapter.

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It started as any other day for Doctor Dalthic Zikaria, meeting up in the early hours of the morning with a small group of GAR officers to discuss the relief effort that would be going ahead in just under a week. The deployment had been pushed back a whole week thanks to heavy fighting in the area making it far too dangerous for civilian medics and officers to be sent planet-side. It was all simple information – a rundown on the planet, its people, and what assistance they required – and fortunately for the sleep-deprived doctor, it hadn’t been anything too detailed. She knew that closer to the date of their deployment she would receive more tailored information on the types of fauna she would be helping during the mission, but for the time being, decided it would be best to inspect which provisions the GAR would be supplying them with.  

 She only felt a little out of place, wandering the corridors in her typical civilian clothes, surrounded by the countless military officers and the many ranks of clone troopers. She’d made sure to display her identification on the outside of her jacket, clearly indicating her position as veterinarian and zoology consultant, and so none of the men and women hurrying through the base bothered to stop her as she tried to track down the correct wing from memory alone. Previously she’d been shown the route by one of the officers, so it wasn’t too difficult for her to recall the general layout of the storage rooms.  

 It took only a few short minutes to trek across the base and finally reach the warehouses where several clones were already busy filling up crates with medical supplies, rations and practically anything else they thought would be useful. Just before she could enter, however, someone shouted her name. She quickly turned, scanning the area for the person responsible, her gaze landing on a trooper clad in armour adorned with blue markings. After spending some time around the base she’d come to recognise several of the different companies and was quick to assess that the man was a member of the 501st. What was different about him, however, was the small, furry creature firmly clasped in his arms.  

 “Doc!” he called out again, almost tripping over his own feet in his haste, before thrusting the animal into her arms. “Cap’n is checking the barracks, can’t keep ‘er in there, need someone to watch her for a bit,” the trooper managed to finally wheeze out, panting from his evident sprint across base. Before Dalthic could even consider a response, the poor man had already spun on his heel and was racing back whence he’d come with a brief “thanks!” thrown over his shoulder as he went.  

 The vet glanced down at the animal happily curled against her chest, finally able to take in what exactly the clone had dumped on her. Looking up at her with bright blue eyes was a small black Tooka. She had a distinctive white pattern across her face, and it only took Dalthic a moment to recognise one of the strays she’d taken into the veterinary clinic where she worked a few weeks ago. The Tooka – a very social kitten by the name of Torrent – had been adopted by one of the clones recently.  

 A veterinary clinic wasn’t the sort of place clones would typically frequent. It all began when a member of the Guard happened upon a wounded Tooka – apparently, the animal had been following him during his patrol, calling after him and trying to draw his attention – as soon as he was due to end his shift he’d scooped up the feline, taking it to the closest vet he could find, which just so happened to be the one Dalthic was working at. They’d spent a short time talking and eventually, she had shown him all of the stray animals in need of adoption, assuring him that the Tooka he’s brought in would hopefully find herself a loving home. After that first encounter clones began bringing in wounded strays from all over, even volunteering to spend some of the time between their patrols playing with the cats (and the occasional dogs they got in).  

 Having so many people regularly interacting with the animals ensured that they were all well socialised, and it provided the troopers with somewhere they could relax when they were on shore leave or after a stressful day for the Guard. The clone who had brought in the first Tooka – a friendly commander by the name of Thorn – often dragged his men and sometimes even his fellow commanders into the clinic, dumping them in the Tooka room with strict orders to play with the kittens for a while. It wasn’t uncommon to find one of the commanders or captains stretched out on the floor, tapping away at a datapad with a handful of cats flopped all over their legs and chest. It wasn’t the best place to actually get work done, especially when one of the Tookas decided that the perfect napping place was directly on top of the datapad they were trying to use, but it was far less stressful than being cooped up in a tiny office or surrounded by other people rushing about in all directions.  

 Inevitably, men started to get attached.  

 Legally speaking, the clones weren’t allowed to adopt pets, and it was against regulations for them to own any possessions. But when Dalthic had seen several of the big, tough, members of the Coruscant Guard absolutely fawning over a handful of kittens they’d found like excited children, she’d decided to assist them by helping them to adopt pets under the table. The information had spread like wildfire through the clones and within days there were men coming in and out of the adoptions area by the dozen.  

 It was most common for a whole squad to come in together and spend what felt like hours arguing over which one they wanted, but every now and then a lone trooper would come in and make the decision alone. It surprised no one when a month later, Thorn ended up adopting Spot, the ginger stray he’d brought into the clinic. Now, she resides within the Guard barracks, often sneaking into Thorn’s office when he’s in there working on paperwork.  

 By no means is it easy to keep superiors from finding the many pets scattered throughout the GAR, especially when there were regular checks of the barracks. This, however, was the first time a clone had come to her to actively help hide one of their pets. “I guess you’re with me then, kitty.” The Tooka began to purr happily, entirely oblivious to what was happening. Fortunately, she was able to continue checking through the supplies despite holding the squirming Tooka in her arms. Some of the men glanced at the animal in confusion, but none of them decided to mention it, far too busy loading up supplies for the numerous campaigns underway to be concerned by a random Tooka hanging around their warehouse.  

 It was almost an hour later when several members of the 501st end up walking into the warehouse. It took them a while to spot her, buried in medical supplies on the floor, holding Torrent in one arm while counting out bacta patches with her free hand. She recognised one of the clones who approached, a trooper by the name of Denal, who was quick to crouch down and begin cooing at the Tooka.  

 Torrent quickly wiggled her way out of her captor’s arms and bounded towards her owner, immediately beginning to rub her face against the clone’s arm, mewing pleasantly when she was gently picked up off the floor and into Denal’s arms. “Did you miss me, Torrent?” he asked, grinning when the cat meowed back at him, somehow managing to purr louder as she gazed up at the clone with her round, sapphire eyes.  

 “You were only gone an hour-” came the rather blunt response from one of the other blue armoured men who promptly began to shake his head in disbelief when Denal simply held the Tooka closer. The man had a rather intricate haircut, short with what appeared to be small lightning bolts etched through it, and wore armour adorned with the medical symbol stamped to one of his shoulder guards.  

 The other clone who had accompanied Denal and the medic stepped forward with a rather loud laugh, slapping the medic’s back in what was clearly intended to be a friendly gesture, but was done with enough force to almost send to poor man toppling over. She recognised him as the same person who shoved the Tooka into her arms an hour earlier before ruching off. “At least the Captain didn’t find her, then we’d all be in for it.” Despite his words, the trooper didn’t seem to be phased in the slightest by the fact they were clearly breaking GAR regulations by helping their squadmate smuggle a live animal in and out of their barracks. He certainly had a unique look, with crisp blue lines streaked down the left side of his head where they came to rest just below his eye, ending with a single blue dot. His chin was marked with similar hard lines and dots and the tattoos seemed to be mimicked on his armour that the same linear design.  

 Denal seemed to snap out of his trance when he heard the other clone’s voice, glancing over to Dalthic with a rather sheepish grin, “Sorry for sending Hardcase and Torrent over earlier, ma’am, our Captain was doing a check of our barracks and we needed someone to make sure she didn’t get into any trouble.” That explained why the trooper, Hardcase as he was apparently known, had been in quite a rush to dump the kitten into her arms before sprinting away again.  

 “No harm done,” she hummed, offering him a soft smile, watching as the kitten reached out to Denal with one of her paws, trying to regain his attention. It hadn’t exactly been convenient having to watch a small kitten while doing some work, but it would certainly be worth it if it meant Torrent got the stay with the person who very clearly cared for her. “I’d be happy to look after her anytime you guys need,” she added, placing away the last few supplies.  

 Denal nodded, seeming to relax some at her words, “Thank you, ma’am, we appreciate it greatly.” He offered her a more confident grin before turning away and picking up the helmet he’d previously placed on the floor. Despite the small mew of protest, he placed Torrent within the helmet, trying his best to make sure she was slightly less obvious, before quickly heading back towards the barracks with Hardcase and their medic squadmate in tow. “See ya, Doc!” Hardcase shouted back, just before they rounded the corner that led to the exit, earning a swat on the arm from the medic beside him.  

 It wasn’t until several days later that Dalthic realised she had made a mistake. It seemed that when she’d told the three clones she’d help look after their Tooka if they needed it, that information had spread to the other clones rather quickly – apparently, one of them wasn’t good at keeping quiet – as it was only two days later when a man from a different legion turned up at her work with their own Tooka, asking her to watch it while they went on deployment. One Tooka eventually turned into two, and two into three, and by the end of the day she was pretty sure she had possession of all cats in the 104th and 212th legions.  

 Three Tookas was manageable. They would be perfectly safe sleeping away the day in her apartment and she’d be home in time to feed them breakfast and dinner at their usual early hours thanks to her shifts at the clinic. However, it was when members of the Guard started showing up at her actual apartment with their pets, most of them Thire’s men who were being sent off Coruscant for a little while, that things began to get hectic.  

 Fortunately, the following day she wasn’t working, so the vet was able to curl up and go over the information she had finally been sent by the GAR regarding their next off-world mission. It wasn’t until early that evening that she received a knock on the door to her apartment, unable to stop herself from huffing slightly at the thought of yet another Tooka or Loth Cat being placed in her care. The house was already overrun with six cats, any more and she’d likely have to buy a larger home to accommodate them all. Luckily, all the cats had managed to settle themselves in various hiding places throughout the living room, so Dalthic was able to reach the front door without having to wade through a tide of curious kitties.  

 To her surprise, and immense relief, it wasn’t another trooper come to add another cat to her ever-increasing pride, rather it was one of the Coruscant Guard Commanders, Fox. It wasn’t uncommon for the commanders to drop by for a visit – she had become rather good friends with them over the few months of knowing them – but usually, they would at least give her some warning, be it a message on her datapad or a brief call. “Evening Doctor,” he greeted, managing to wrestle his helmet off one-handed while his other hand kept hold of some datapads, “may I come in?” 

 Dalthic quickly moved aside, gesturing for him to enter, “Of course, it’s good to see you, Commander. Been busy I take it?” She received a brief hum of an affirmative as the clone walked through the doorway, only to pause halfway into the apartment.  

 “What’s with all the cats, Doc?” he suddenly asked, squinting at the large gathering of Tookas who had crawled out from their napping places, likely drawn by the familiar sound of a clone’s voice. “I thought you disapproved of taking work home,” he added, evidently getting over his brief surprise as he walked a little further into the apartment, “At least that’s what you’re always tellin’ the boys and I.” He placed his helmet down beside the couch and stacked his pile of datapads neatly on top of the side table.  

 She couldn’t help huffing, rolling her eyes at his clear amusement, “it would seem that I’ve become the designated cat-sitter for half the GAR. I agreed to help one of the five-oh-first boys with looking after their Tooka and suddenly I now have a million of them.” Already there were cats trotting over to Fox to greet him with a friendly face rub against the side of his leg. Half of the Tookas usually resided in the Guard barracks, so seeing a familiar person in crimson striped armour wandering around was enough to have them happily purring and bounding after the man as he made his way towards the small kitchen.  

 “But I thought you said you were being sent off-world at the end of the week?” Fox only spared her a quick glance in question while he began digging through one of the cabinets for a mug and the jar of caff while the water in the kettle began to boil away.  

 “I am, but Thire’s men will be back tomorrow to pick up their cats and the hundred-and-fourth should be back the day after. They’ve agreed to take care of all the Tookas while they’re on leave between deployments.” She explained, watching as one of the Tookas, one belonging to the 104th by the name of Fluffy, knocked over the commander’s abandoned helmet, shoving his head inside the empty bucket. The cat lifted his head and the helmet slid into place on top of his head, but he seemed rather unconcerned by the fact he was now trapped beneath it, instead curling up on the carpet, evidently enjoying the safety it provided.   

 Finally, Fox was able to drag the jar of caff out from where it was buried at the back of the cabinet, making a soft sound of approval when he saw it, “splashing out on the fancy stuff are we?” he asked, shaking the jar briefly to loosen the mixture.  

 “You boys’d better be grateful, you’re lucky I buy any of it at all considering I don’t drink that horrible stuff.”  

 The Commander made a scandalised gasp, cradling the jar of caff closer to his person, “how dare you, ma’am! I won’t stand for you insulting the love of my life like this.” It was well known that the GAR’s commanders survived on large quantities of caff and could become more than a little agitated if their supply was disturbed. Unfortunately, the GAR didn’t exactly supply quality caff, and so whenever they could get their hands on some better stuff they’d practically scull the lot of it.  

 When Thire and Thorn had dragged their fellow commander Ponds along with them to meet their vet friend the man had practically wept when she’d brought him a scalding hot cup of the more expensive caff, praising her name like some divine entity. Now Dalthic almost always ensured to spend a little extra on good caff so that the boys could at least enjoy something nice to drink when they decided to visit. She was also pretty certain that none of the clones had ever heard of sleep and needed the caffeine to keep the entire Coruscant Guard in working order.  

 While Fox finished off making his drink Dalthic began to weave her way back to the living room, awkwardly stepping over the occasional Tooka led in her path. She was pretty sure there were only six of them, so how they managed to be in the way whenever she wanted to go anywhere in the house was quite an impressive feat. She did, however, manage to make it back to the armchair she had claimed earlier without stepping on anyone.  

 “So, what brings you to my humble abode, Commander?” Dalthic asked when Fox finally managed to make his way back to the couch where he’d left his datapads. He placed his caff down and replaced it for one of the pads, before plopping down onto the sofa and practically sinking into the soft cushions.  

 He took a moment to get comfortable – his armour didn’t exactly seem like the best thing to be wearing when trying to get comfy, but he couldn’t afford to shed it when he was still on call – before finally answering her question. “Thorn’s been bothering me all day,” he grumbled, already starting to tap at the screen of his datapad tiredly, “and his damn cat too.”  

 Dalthic couldn’t help snickering slightly at his displeasure, unable to hide her amusement when the Commander shot her a less than pleased glare. She knew that Fox had been rather vocal about his disapproval when Thorn had brought Spot back to their barracks, making sure that everyone knew that the moment the Tooka stepped a paw out of line he’d take her back to the vet clinic himself. Yet there Fox sat, resigned to grumbling about the animal rather than actually following through on his threat. Not that Thorn had ever been worried that he would, he wasn’t blind, he'd seen the way Fox would stroke the Tooka’s fur when he thought no one was looking.  

 “I haven’t been able to get any of these documents approved because he pops into my office every few minutes to talk, it’s honestly like he doesn’t have anything better to do. And somehow, he keeps forgetting to close the door to his office so I end up with a Tooka trying to sleep on my datapads and knocking the flimsi off my desk.” By the time he’d finished his short rant one of the resident Loth Cats had hopped up onto the coach, shoving her way onto Fox’s lap where she proceeded to curl up. The clone simply sighed in defeat, “I thought that I could escape them both and get some work done here, but it seems not.”  

 She could only offer a sympathetic smile, shaking her head in disbelief, “well, what was Thorn trying to talk to you about, it must’ve been important if he kept bothering you about it.” She watched as the Commander seemed to tense slightly at the question, seemingly surprised by it – slightly out of character for someone who usually presented such a collected front – but she decided not to comment on it.  

 “No, it was the exact opposite, which is why it was so annoying.” Somehow, another Tooka had managed to scale the couch, nudging at the clone’s closest arm and chirping to try and gain his attention. Absentmindedly Fox began to stroke the cat, smoothing his fingers between its ears as it began purring, pressed up against his side. Before he could continue, however, the communicator on his wrist began blinking angrily at him, signalling an incoming call.  

 “Fox? Where are you? The Chancellor is requesting one of us for an escort-” came the voice through the comm. Dalthic was pretty sure it was Thorn, but couldn’t be certain without seeing the caller in person.  

 It was then that Fox grinned, the sort of mischievous grin that could only be mustered by someone about to ruin their sibling’s day in the pettiest way imaginable. “Sorry vod, can’t help, the cat’s chosen me,” his answer was met with a confused spluttering on the other end, “you said it yourself Thorn, can’t just move a poor little Tooka once it’s decided to sleep on you.” There was the distinct sound of disbelieving muttering as Fox quickly added, “Besides, I’m certain that the Doc wouldn’t appreciate me upsetting these poor Tookas.”  

 “Seriously?!” Dalthic could practically feel Thorn seething through the comm, but Fox merely looked all the smugger at his brother’s upset tone, “you’re dumping me with escort duty while you hang out with your girlfr-”  

 It was impressive really, how fast Fox’s hand slammed down on the communicator to cut off the call in that moment. The sudden action had caused the Tookas who had been peacefully dozing to shoot off in all directions in panic, causing the small room to devolve into a chaotic flurry of cats. The Commander practically leapt to his feet, “I need some more caff,” he near enough shrieked out, darting towards the kitchen.  

 Dalthic could only blink in confusion and mild worry, he hadn’t even touched the caff he’d made a few minutes ago. Perhaps the Commander was a little more sleep-deprived than she’d originally thought.  

Not Going Anywhere//

January 12

What a week. I was starting to feel proud of myself fo keeping up with my resolutions but I feel like Ive been slipping a little. I haven't posted the past 4 days, but its not all bad, its actually mostly good. I worked, did some school stuff, watched an entire season of Gossip Girl, and other things. On the 8th my cousin moved out and I had to wake up the next day early for school so I didn't get to post. I was really excited for her and just wanted to hang out with her the night before she left. Me, her, and my mom went on a walk with the dogs and it made me really happy. I’m trying to be realistic and accept that even though not every day I can get to the gym, I can at least take Bodie on a nice walk when I don't get the chance, and it also cheers my mom up so thats a bonus too. The morning on the 9th tho my cousin had to pick up her bed really early and her dogs wouldn't stop barking so I lost more sleep and woke up in a bad mood, especially considering Wednesday are my long days at school: 12 hours but 7 of those hours are break time. I went to the gym that day and did some homework, I even got a 100% on my pre lab quiz, usually I do terrible on those so it was a small victory, but then I had a throbbing head ache and when my lab started I felt super sick and gassy and just all around felt like I was gonna pass out, and then that gave me a lot of anxiety because of the time I actually did pass out in lab, but then when I got home I was finally able to take some medicine and a decent night sleep. Then the 10th came along and I sins really get done what I wanted to, but its been feeling really nice to get a break, too nice, and getting out of break-mode has been a little tough this week. Then the 11th came and even though I had class that morning and work that night, Gar came over after and we had a really nice time. We played some games and he brought me McDonalds, and we watched some Netflix, and he gave me a massage. Anyway, he spend the night and when we woke up it was a good morning (today). After he left I wanted to be productive but I just watched more gossip girl, and I think thats my regret. I also got into that thing where I over think and started thinking about my relationship and I know its nothing bad I just wish we did some more romantic stuff, and I don't really know how to bring up the conversation, like sometimes I just want to get dressed up and go to dinner or get surprised with flowers. Maybe I just need to relax a little bit. Im also mad at myself for having 2 sodas this week. My mom said she's trying to plan a trip to Florida for spring break so I think this is the motivation I need to start getting healthy. I think I really need to stay strong with the no sugary drinks and really committing to gym time and hopefully I can start making some progress. This was just the first week and maybe starting Monday I can really start pushing myself to reach my goals. Tomorrow I have work but maybe I can get some light studying in. Well see how this week goes. XOXO