Soldier for hire work drilled a few habits into a person. Outside of throwing a proper punch, that is. Attention to detail, strict maintenance and so on. One of them, particularly relevant at the moment, was being able to sleep well and wake fast. You never knew how much rest you would be allowed, and wether or not you'd be interrupted.<br/><br/>Tarrok awoke sharply, then, triggered by something. First thing he noticed, despite everything, was that he was alone. Then the smell wafting through the not exactly tightly welded bulkheads clued him in. Rice and meat, if he could trust his nose, something else but the first two crowded it out. Aiko did mention she got his favorite earlier, now that he recalled. Which probably meant that he hadn't dreamt up making love to Aiko, though the fact he was ass naked and sporting a dozen new scratches ought to have sold that one.<br/><br/>Speaking of being naked, he needed clothes. Unlike Aiko, Tarrok was fairly unconcerned with how his wardrobe presented himself. Reaching in, he nabbed the first thing his hand could get close enough with. Just so happened to be another of his supply of body suits, he had so many spares. They washed easy, didn't look as clashing as the Rodinan getup and could take a reasonable amount of punishment. Probably a preference he'd developed, wearing them for the better part of his life. This particular suit covered his legs down to the ankles and chest, with no sleeves.<br/><br/>He glanced at a clock as he headed back toward the commons. Not that he had a hot appointment, mind, just curious how many candles they'd burned with that. Once inside, he could tell Aiko was in a good mood. Cooking was one of those naturally rewarding things for her, like how he loved to fight. She never cooked like this unless she was having a really good time. Heartening to think he'd gotten something right.<br/><br/>Then he noticed she was only wearing some very thin underwear and his jaw abruptly dropped. Good lords on fire and everything holy, that was a cute rear. He tried to say something, a greeting or maybe a compliment. Instead, all that came out was a dumbstruck<span style="color: #0040FF">"Uuuuhhhhh."</span><br/><br/>Poetry.