#ic:will

[repair-bear]

ღ - nose

“My... nose? It’s your standard pink little cat nose. Shaped like a T, small nostrils... Nothing to say about it, really.”

“I-it’s... normal for a sssnake, I think..? A-a little sensitive, though... P-please don’t boot the sssnoot.”

[repair-bear]

Inflation?

Now both of them have gone and sat away from you, Anon. Needless to say, this is a 10/10 kink for both of them, though in different contexts.

[repair-bear]

[Recreation Station]

Finally, a place to settle down for a week or so. It had been galactic months since the Felid’s last vacation from travelling place to place, system to system... It was about time to settle down for a while. Take a break, relieve some stress, take some time to breathe in some actual atmosphere, artificial or not. Will had an idea of where to go, and was only a few light minutes away from his destination.

Ovis Station, orbiting around Io in the Sol system.

Upon arrival in front of the orbiting hub’s docking station, the Felid headed towards the front of his home-ship and sat down to guide it into an open dock. When he finally found one, he made an attempt to more or less make a clean landing... This was clearly not meant to be, as his ship managed to bump into the back wall of the dock before finally stopping on its landing gear. The station thankfully took no damage, save for a superficial scrape that would easily be missed in regular cleanings.

Once landed, the Felid sat back for a moment, taking a breather before having to go through what he knew was coming. The security checks. Will had no illegal contraband, that much he knew. The inspections all just always felt so... invasive to him. He flicked a power switch on his ship dashboard with a sigh. The communicator communicator flickered online, ready to relay any required information between the ship’s owner and security.