HEYYYYYYYYYYYY. LET'S NOT DO THE THING. HOW ABOUT. HEY. HOW ABOUT YOU DON'T DO THE THING.
âObisen, what the hell!?â 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.
âHey! You didnât even get to the good part.â Obisen winced at the thrown piece of tech and pouted at his husband, putting on the best pathetic face he could muster, which wasnât very good at all.
Ixor shook his head. âNo. There ainât no good part about that. That isâŚvile, Obisen. Even for you.â
âWell, later on, Azilâmortââ
The Twiâlek clapped his hands over his ears. âNope. Canât hear you. Ainât listeninâ! Nope nope nope.â Ixor talked loudly, trying his best to not overhear Obisen gushing on about his latest work of written âartâ. Â After a minute, the human finally stopped talking and Ixor slowly pulled his hands away from his ears.
âAnd then Laâzab is all âI need-ââ
âNO!â Ixor lunged across the room, grabbing the datapad and clapping a hand over Obisenâs mouth. âNononononoooo, donât write about that, nononon, thatâs no. Nope!â While Obisen struggled to remove himself from Ixorâs 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. âI liked that one. It was funny.â
Ixor just shook his head. âNo, Obisen. Nope. Not risking anyone finding that. Ainât riskinâ you gettinâ hurt âcause Lazâab donât like you anyways.â The Twiâlek frowned and bit at his lip. âCanât do that. Donât do that, yeah?â
A minute passed and the Twiâlek just stared at Obisen, giving him the pathetic looking face.
Finally Obisen patted Ixor on the head and gave him a kiss. âAlright, you win.â