If these were lusii, it would be so much easier to deal with them. He knows how to deal with lusii. Or, at least, he knew how to deal with his lusus well enough. Considering his was... Well, that's unimportant.
What is important is trying to carry all of these blasted things anyway. He didn't know Earth pets needed so much junk. When it was his lusus, he just let him run off into the wilds and that would be that. Sometimes he'd even get lucky and meat would be brought back for him. But no, he has to carry bags of collars and food and little plastic bowls and the purrbeasts... This would be so much easier if he had his psionics.
And that is how, after struggling inside with his hands full and kicking the door shut, Psii ends up tripping behind the couch, the items sprawling out in a resounding crash. A little blur of fluff and color goes darting beneath an armchair, while another ball of fluff seems quite content on laying on Psii's chest, purring despite his groans.
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What is important is trying to carry all of these blasted things anyway. He didn't know Earth pets needed so much junk. When it was his lusus, he just let him run off into the wilds and that would be that. Sometimes he'd even get lucky and meat would be brought back for him. But no, he has to carry bags of collars and food and little plastic bowls and the purrbeasts... This would be so much easier if he had his psionics.
And that is how, after struggling inside with his hands full and kicking the door shut, Psii ends up tripping behind the couch, the items sprawling out in a resounding crash. A little blur of fluff and color goes darting beneath an armchair, while another ball of fluff seems quite content on laying on Psii's chest, purring despite his groans.
"Fuck!"