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(Crossposted from Patreon, SFW, 1,925 words, Gen. Content warnings: teen alcohol use.
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The airlock to the primary shuttle bay irised shut, and Jaz stood and glowered at it for a good six and a half minutes.
She’d have stayed longer – Jazmin Clark’s patience could be impressive, especially when she was using it for something completely petty, and at the moment Jaz was fully prepared to be lurking dejectedly in the corridor when her aunt returned from the job site – but apparently she hadn’t been subtle enough about her “sulk outside the shuttle bay” intentions because after a few minutes the sound of well-clipped claws clicked down the corridor behind her and Idgaf nudged her gently in the side.
( “Ya know they won’t be back for at least ten hours, unless something goes seriously wrong, right?” the luptorian asked, with a lot less sympathy in her voice than Jaz could have wished. )
This story was released last week for patrons on my patreon, whose generous support makes sure I have all the spellchecking I can eat. If you'd like to support my art and writing, get special bonus material, and help choose next month's featured character, come check out my patron tiers and consider making a small monthly contribution?)
The airlock to the primary shuttle bay irised shut, and Jaz stood and glowered at it for a good six and a half minutes.
She’d have stayed longer – Jazmin Clark’s patience could be impressive, especially when she was using it for something completely petty, and at the moment Jaz was fully prepared to be lurking dejectedly in the corridor when her aunt returned from the job site – but apparently she hadn’t been subtle enough about her “sulk outside the shuttle bay” intentions because after a few minutes the sound of well-clipped claws clicked down the corridor behind her and Idgaf nudged her gently in the side.
( “Ya know they won’t be back for at least ten hours, unless something goes seriously wrong, right?” the luptorian asked, with a lot less sympathy in her voice than Jaz could have wished. )
