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If it were anyone else patting her on the shoulder, she'd have fought the urge to vomit or peel off the hoodie. As it was, his praise was... nice. If not a little off-putting. Glancing at him with owlish eyes, she couldn't help but feel a slight clench in her gut. Just because I suggested it...

What would Fendel do? She blinked, looking over at Brac while he stepped up to loot the corpses, mulling his words over. Old Keena would have already thrown up just thinking of touching those bodies, but one thought about her old boss stopped her. She liked the older Fondorian. He was good to...

All her senses were already on high alert, but with the three appearing, she had to take a breath. She had to remember to breathe. She could feel her hands begin to shake at seeing the three thugs appearing, and she gritted her jaw, attempting to calm down, to chill. But she couldn't help it...

Moving on seemed a best bet, but... She couldn't help the feeling of eyes on her. She knew she ought to be used to it by now, but... she was just a barista! Just another civilian wandering the galaxy in need of credits, much like the rest of the galaxy. Are you really, tho? A voice in the...

Keena had had plenty of time to adjust to her new life. Between fainting after their grand initial escape, managing to convince Brac to bring her Lothcat with her, and hotfooting it, she knew her life was entirely going the way most of her kind did. Smuggling. Still, she beamed at Brac's...

Keena kept her head low for many reasons. It's what they told her to do if she wanted her boss to prove his innocence. She should have known better. Should have known that this was what Brac wanted. And she fell for all of it, hook, line, and sinker. Hell, he probably didn't even have a...

She knew his order. She couldn't help it. Some smells were so ingrained, she just knew where they came from. She knew her caf, the varieties they had, the ways some shops even brewed it. Noticing things, patterns and such, was something she was good at. Still, when she returned with his drink...

-Theme- She kept up with Brac, but when his snarky tone caught her ears she flushed a deep red and she picked up the pace, long legs pacing quickly. Like he said, it was a nice one. But she couldn't help the feeling of dread crawling up her throat when he seemed too eager. Nope, she didn't...

The smell. It was wonderful. Fruits, like those of her home village. Sugar, toasted and swirled in, frothed milk and caf made from fresh beans. She lived for those smells; her old boss had liked his made a specific way, and she learned to adapt to his tastes. But the cafe was a beacon of hope...

Keena had been a good girl. She had paid her bills on time (mostly), had done her job without letting her fear of germs overwhelm her (sorta), and mostly, mostly kept her pheromones under control. But she couldn't help it; that great, wide galaxy was a breeding ground for just about anything...

She beamed at the praise, feeling her cheeks turn a deeper pink. "Thanks! At my old job, I was challenged to memorize--" but he was already moving on. Stopping herself, she hadn't realized she was walking in step with him, like she had with her old boss. It was natural, almost. Still, when he...

She kept her eyes closed, flinching back when the guy was about to touch her. Her heart was thudding painfully in her chest, and she felt as though she would faint or get sick if his grubby hands even so much as brushed her. When Brac spoke up, she stood there, eyes squeezed shut until Brac's...

She couldn't quite put a finger on it, but... She loved the smell of the caf shop at late hours. The silence. The beans in their canisters, the crisp smell of cleaners as she scrubbed down surfaces for the hundredth time. Music playing from tinny speakers that, even if for a moment, could...

His sarcasm might have been taken in jest by others, but for her, it stung a little. Shrinking into herself slightly, she merely nodded along, struggling to keep pace with his longer-legged gait. Sometimes, she wished she knew how to control her pheromones, but Force, it wasn't like she could at...

Thankfully, he didn't touch her. So many people would approach her, trying to touch her all the time, to the point that even the thought of touching someone else in any way made her physically ill. Still, at least he didn't seem to catch on; she knew Zeltrons had a rep, but maybe he didn't get...

Well, at least he didn't give her the 'look'. She knew she was a little odd to most beings' standards, but the AMS pandemic had warped her senses of reality so much, that nothing seemed safe. But this guy stuck around. When he suddenly smiled and leaned, it took all of her willpower not to...

It got worse. Somehow, some way, some entity decided that it wasn't raining, it was outright just pissing on her parade today. Still, she couldn't help the startled flinch when footsteps approached. Wide magenta eyes stared up at the stranger luminously, confusion warring with fear, and for a...

Of all the times to hit rock bottom, this was the worst. First of all, Mr. Flickers barfed all over her primary uniform; she had to borrow Kaga's shirt and pants, and the Devaronian was easily three sizes bigger than her. Then, she tripped and fell as she was leaving the local shuttle to work...