Room 529, Thursday Afternoon
"Absolutely not," Tahiri said for the thousandth time to the monkey that kept clinging to her foot. "Can you go play somewhere else?"
The monkey seemed perfectly content to ignore the suggestion -- even with a touch of the Force behind it -- and keep snuggling her foot; apparently her toes made astral handholds. It had been at this for the past couple of hours, since she'd stretched out on her bed to read some reports from home, and it looked like it had the energy to keep it up for a while.
Tahiri eyed the monkey dubiously over the top of her datapad. "I'm not so sure you're not really part mynock."
It ignored her -- again -- and kept clinging.
"I give up," she announced, and went back to reading.
[OOC: Cracked door, open post, SP for a bit later when I head home!]
The monkey seemed perfectly content to ignore the suggestion -- even with a touch of the Force behind it -- and keep snuggling her foot; apparently her toes made astral handholds. It had been at this for the past couple of hours, since she'd stretched out on her bed to read some reports from home, and it looked like it had the energy to keep it up for a while.
Tahiri eyed the monkey dubiously over the top of her datapad. "I'm not so sure you're not really part mynock."
It ignored her -- again -- and kept clinging.
"I give up," she announced, and went back to reading.
[OOC: Cracked door, open post, SP for a bit later when I head home!]