A wanderer in space, flitting from station to station as much to explore as to slip out of trouble leads to a certain kind of life. Mischievous to a fault, the alien gecko had no idea just the kind of problem he would stir up. Sure he probably shouldn't have been a little sticky handed at the card table palming chips and changing bets. How was he supposed to know his hypnotic eyes wouldn't effect the chicken man. Even his empathic sense was going haywire around the stranger making him pile on even more taunts to get a rise or a tell. Instead getting caught in all his distracted frustrations with the stranger.

Trouble was now he owed and they were going to make sure to take it out of him hide or heaven. Damn restraints even got his tails all caught up leaving him to only have his voice left. Cursing, taunting, anything to get the damn beefstick to react only digging himself in further with each word.

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Lovely art and chicken as always  Speccychicken