So ummm. I'm guna go sit somewhere. Call me when you're done.
Perhaps we should barter for some sort of curtain or screen.
Can't piss?
No. I cant piss
Think about running water
I feel the need Ezra, enough that it hurts, but i need a little privacy.
And I need alone time in order to not slap a bantha, but i don't see that happening any time soon.
Just go hide rebel scum.
Just piss imp dog.
I will
Good
Good.
E is crashing around through the apartment making a mess
What are you doing? Thrawn asked, his voice sounding half dead.
Looking for crutches Nerfhearder. If you wake me up to drag you to the toilet I might just punch you.
That doesn't sound very jedi like Br... Nixie.
And why do you get the cool name? Ezra huffed, ignoring Thrawn to dig around under the bed. (Who the Kriff puts dividers under a bed? And what's in this box?) "Osiris. Sounds like a beach planet. Nixie. Sounds like what I would have named a doll when I was six."
Thrawn leaned back, shaking a smirk off his face. "A Nixie, in Earth mythology, is a water spirit known for being a smart-allek trickster. I am named after the Egyptian god of the dead, who aparently looks enough like me that my friend tries to bribe. And I mean bribe me into wearing an "Osiris costume".
Tricksters huh? Maybe the names fit better than I thought.
You can think?
Yes! Are you the actual Admeral art-kriffer? Not some imposter with a wierd fantasy of an imp and a rebel kriffing under duress?
I think an imposter would be more concerned with doing what you expect. No, I am simply, to put things simply, 'Out of fucks to give' and you, sadly, are my best chance to escape. (He tries to project a thought to ezra, 'dont comment about your reputation. Or your powers, they are our advantage. Especially once we combine them with my knowledge of our captors')