HEYYYYYYYYYYYY. LET'S NOT DO THE THING. HOW ABOUT. HEY. HOW ABOUT YOU DON'T DO THE THING.
“Obisen, what the hell!?” Ixor looked up from the datapad, his face twisted in some look of disgust and confusion. The human sitting across the room laughed loudly and only stopped when the datapad flew across the room and hit him in the chest.
“Hey! You didn’t even get to the good part.” Obisen winced at the thrown piece of tech and pouted at his husband, putting on the best pathetic face he could muster, which wasn’t very good at all.
Ixor shook his head. “No. There ain’t no good part about that. That is…vile, Obisen. Even for you.”
“Well, later on, Azil’mort–”
The Twi’lek clapped his hands over his ears. “Nope. Can’t hear you. Ain’t listenin’! Nope nope nope.” Ixor talked loudly, trying his best to not overhear Obisen gushing on about his latest work of written ‘art’. After a minute, the human finally stopped talking and Ixor slowly pulled his hands away from his ears.
“And then La’zab is all ‘I need-’”
“NO!” Ixor lunged across the room, grabbing the datapad and clapping a hand over Obisen’s mouth. “Nononononoooo, don’t write about that, nononon, that’s no. Nope!” While Obisen struggled to remove himself from Ixor’s grip, the Sith took advantage of the fact he was just a little bit faster than the Force Blind and with a loud high pitched beep from the datapad, he deleted the file.
The struggle stopped and Obisen wrinkled his nose. “I liked that one. It was funny.”
Ixor just shook his head. “No, Obisen. Nope. Not risking anyone finding that. Ain’t riskin’ you gettin’ hurt ‘cause Laz’ab don’t like you anyways.” The Twi’lek frowned and bit at his lip. “Can’t do that. Don’t do that, yeah?”
A minute passed and the Twi’lek just stared at Obisen, giving him the pathetic looking face.
Finally Obisen patted Ixor on the head and gave him a kiss. “Alright, you win.”
