Moonlighter
Then, Nar Shadaa
Sleep came rather soundly to Cato Harth. For all the chaos that was Nar Shaddaa, his home was an impenetrable refuge. What's not to love? A comfortable bed, a beautiful woman in his arms, and no Gurt busting through his door in the early hours of the morning.Until he was.
The Kitonak had probably gotten a bit too comfortable coming and going from the Harth apartment. Sure Cato liked hanging out with him, but this? It started with a series of knocks, which failed to stir him from the mattress. He groaned, and hugged Inanna a little closer. Then, the pudgy landlord practically came spilling out of the entrance, brining him into view of the opened doorway leading right to the bedroom. The intrusion certainly got Cato moving, "Ey!" He startled, scrambling to pull the covers up to his neck out of an atypical value for decency. More for Inanna's sake than his, really. "What the hell, man?! It's like..." He glanced at the nightstand chrono. It was pretty late in the morning, actually. Still uncalled for, "Gurt I ought to toss you right back up those stairs," He threatened, though his tone now lost its initial adrenaline.
The Kitonak gestured to the entrance, still in his own panic. And after a few seconds, Cato seemed to catch on.
"It's him again isn't it?" His brow furrowed, now even more annoyed than when he woke up. Of all the reasons to barge into their house and wake them up, a runaway Jed Lem was maybe the lowest credible excuse.
Now, the Vonnuvi
Sleep came rather soundly to Cato Harth. For all the chaos that was the Vonnuvi, his home was an impenetrable refuge. What's not to love? A comfortable bed, his beautiful wife in his arms, and no Serena busting through his door in the early hours of the morning.Until she was.
"Mommy! Daddy!" The little half-zeltron toddled in with surprising speed, scaled the ottoman at the foot of the bed, and clambered over the sheets to practically belly flop onto her father.
He grunted weakly, "Ey," and turned onto his back, "What the heck, Pink? It's like…" He glanced at the nightstand chrono, and huffed in acceptance, "It's him again isn't it?" Serena nodded. Of all the reasons to barge into their room and wake them up, a whining Ashur was maybe the most important excuse.