Your Ottsel'n me crazy

[Jak Mar]

The ottsel’s hotel stay was beginning to wear on him meaning it was beginning to bore even the tiny little orange creature.

He had checked Jak’s stash hidden under his bed as he smirked, so this is where his friend hid all those “secrets”.

He made a mental note to blackmail Jak about Ash maybe sometime.

But his own staring had led him back to flipping channels on the television set Jak and his room contained.

The ottsel seemed content, but yet bored.

He flipped channels as he groaned “Nah, nope, seen it... News network.. Hmmm.. Let’s see here.”

He looked on his own personal device Jak had summoned for him out of OM before he left as he checked his contacts for information.

“Hm, let’s see, contacts, Oh yeah!”

“Demetri.”

He began to call the thief and blinked.

“No such account exists. “

Daxter’s own phone began to buzz when nothing happened. That was odd considering the Thieves guild was a thing at one time.

The ottsel raised a eyebrow and frowned “There goes a job.”

He bit his lip and rubbed it. “NOW WHAT?!”

He mentally cursed under his breath, he had no idea of telling where or when Jak would return from his trip and the hotel was full of surprises but even those bored him for a bit.

Alright then, time to find some dataverse stuff.

“Hm? What’s this? He paused on a message that had been posted recently.

[Jak Mar]

Orange Lightning was slightly annoyed after he read the message and placed a fuzzy paw on his face as he groaned. “I swear, Jak after all that... I..”

“I don’t know..”

The ottsel’s ears drooped “Jak, he doesn’t hate me, does he?”. He sulked and hopped off the bed as he got up.

Nobody else in his contact list had responded and Ashlien didn’t pick up her com either. “Shit, everyone’s hanging me out to dry.” The small ottsel muttered under his breath.

He bit his tongue “Dammit, I’m just glad I’m not a pair of gloves in New Babylon. Heh, I wonder what happened to that place anyway?”