Apparently, Tiara’s ‘droid had an issue or two with R2S’s barrage of F-bombs. Tea-Tree, was it? Rex thought that’s what the Princess had called her. Or should that be an “it?” Well, either way, too fuckin’ bad, he mused. It’s not like I can help it, and it’s not my fault either.<br/><br/>To her credit, their new “baggage-in-a-wedding-dress” reacted to Mia like just about everyone else who’d first met the Khajiit. That is, initial surprise at seeing her first stand, multiplied by<i>X </i>after hearing her speaking proficiency. At least she didn’t faint from shock. With a smirk, he recalled each and every one who did pass out at the phenomena.<br/><br/>He’d also lost track of how many times she called him “Reggie.” Well, two can play that game, he immaturely thought. Soon after, a<i>Boobie Volton </i>bag landed in his lap. Bingo! Rex thought, very nearly applauding her accuracy. Although truthfully, he was unsure if she was indeed aiming for a bombing run on his flick-a-dick. R2S flinched, but kept his mouth shut. And what the fuck, he irritatingly thought. She can tell that this one bag is a cheap rip-off?! In his uncouth eyes, it looked like the same piece of shit that he and her ‘droid lugged on board. All 50,000 fucking pieces of it!<br/><br/>"How long to Flibbertigibbet?" Tiara asked, having seemingly moved on from the bogus<i>Boobie Volton.</i><br/><br/>“Not sure, Trisha,” Rex replied, wondering if she’d catch the slight. “Lemme go ask someone who might actually fucking know.” Unbuckling himself from his seat, he let the Princess know that it was safe for her to do so as well. Mia had steadied the space bus, so he knew it was okay to leave the relative security of his chair.<br/><br/>“So, whaddya think?” Rex asked, somewhat sheepishly, plonking himself next to her in the shotgun seat.<br/><br/>“What do I think?!” Mia repeated, an obvious annoyance in her tone. “I think you always . . .” She stopped herself, before continuing. “No, on second thought, I<i>know </i>you always think with your damned joystick, Rex! I mean, minus the ragged wedding dress, my eyes work good enough to see she’s a hottie.”<br/><br/>“But, it’s not like that,” he argued. “She’s paying us 10,000 space credits to take her to Flibbertigibbet.”<br/><br/>“Flibberti- what?!” Mia attempted to confirm, glaring at him with frosty blue eyes. She was in the midst of throwing a mild hissy fit. Cats, as history books older than dirt would confirm, always did this. And Khajiit were no different.<br/><br/>“You can’t even say it,” Rex stupidly accused.<br/><br/>“You can’t say Elsweyr either, so shut the hell up,” was her accurate retort. R2S, much to his detriment, rolled his eyes. “And don’t you<i>dare</i>roll your eyes at me, mister! Or I’ll take you right now in the back bedroom and tongue you until you cum all over my face. See, I know how much you<i>love</i>my coarse tongue. Mmm, like sexy sandpaper, you’ve said. Then, I’ll take my time and lick it all off. Her wink and now-you-see-it-now-you-don’t appearance of her tongue brazenly challenged him.<br/><br/>Somewhat taken aback, Rex just stared at her. “Oh, yeah,” she said, almost literally purring. Still, he found it rather disconcerting at how long she managed to stretch the “oh” and the “yeah” out. “Been jonesing for some strawberry-watermelon combo. It’s awesome on toast, by the way,” she stated with a wicked wink. “And waffles!” All he could do was wince at her revelations. Though deep down, he was also thrilled to hear this.<br/><br/>Mia Yoww sighed, already knowing what that was about. It was time, she figured, to finally set him straight. “You do know why they never granted you grape-flavored cum, right?” she inquired, looking into his brown eyes.<br/><br/>A sigh of his own, and he answered, “So fuckin’ educate me. Please.”<br/><br/>“Because, Rex, they knew if they did that, you’d be sucking on your own dick the whole damn day, and possibly into the night,” she explained. “And you’d get jack-shit done.” R2S sat there in deep thought, stroking his chin. He already got jack-shit done, but, y’know, whatever.<br/><br/>Finally, with a nod, he said, “Yeah, I can definitely see that happening. Dammit.”<br/><br/>The Khajiit stroked his left knee as a sign of comfort, or was it? “Oh, look,” Mia announced. “I did my nails today.” Nails?! What a fuckin’ crock, he thought. Not even claws! More like retractable Guillotines! Rex twisted and stretched his body in a snake-like manner, remembering and feeling the marks left on his back and, uh, elsewhere. Not to be confused with Elsweyr.<br/><br/>R2S had visibly cringed after seeing her “nails.” Bad news and big mistake for him. Mia, meanwhile, flashed the tips of her fangs and whispered, “Kitty wants some. Kitty gonna get some.” Her wink was, at the same time, unsettling and sexy. How did she do that?! Rex wondered. He quickly, though not obviously so, left the comfort of the passenger seat before she could dig those lethal claws of hers into him. Mia whacked his ass as he left, possibly reminding him of what was to come soon. How soon? Real soon. Or, soon enough. Soon is, as soon does. Etcetera. . . .<br/><br/>On approach to Tiara and Tea-Tree, he noticed the pair were engaged in conversation, probably bitching him out about allowing the faux<i>Boobie </i>on board. Yeah, well, fuck ‘em, he thought. Standing before them, Rex cleared his throat like there was some kinda planet-sized phlegm stuck in his craw. And, uh, he had to do it twice, until they<i>finally</i>looked his way. Jettisoning them both into deep, dark space was very appealing to him at that moment. However, jettisoning them both into deep, dark space also meant jettisoning 10,000 space credits into deep, dark space. And let’s face it. The latter was not to be trifled with. So any jettisoning into deep, dark space would not be happening anytime soon.<br/><br/>“Well, Tasha, to answer your question, Mia says it should take us a couple of days to get there,” he explained. “She’s still searching for your chosen destination on the fuckin’ sat-nav. By the way, who or what is on Flibbertigibbet, Princess?” Rex eyed them both cautiously. “I’m only asking cuz I hate surprises.”