<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y8Tk1AI.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Se'Faema vas Jiko (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15777548#msg15777548)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Quarian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Bio-engineer<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">Date:</span></strong>20th December, 2174 CE | Afternoon<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Shown<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Bio-engineering lab<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Getting the last word...<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Viella D'aix | Closed<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Through time and space, through their long-distance of open communication and the months spent talking and teasing one another… nothing hit Se’Faema right in the baby-maker quite like Viella’s parting words. Specifically, the usage of Pet.<br/><br/>She had said it again, confirming what the quarian already knew. The single word literally made her legs buckle and wobble, they forced the quarian to shiver with her next breath and forget all about ‘playing it cool’. She was eventually forced to reach out with both hands and grip the shelves in order to keep from falling right then and there, and in her ‘graceful’ display of casual and cool… Se’Faema sent inventory clattering right to the ground. Boxes of basic supplies and tools, the mundane everyday items that a lab burned through with various tests and projects. Petri dishes, test tubes, a few clothes used for cleaning, and powerful microbial solvents safely sealed away in plastic containers. With a crash and bang, all of these things tumbled to the floor with great enthusiasm.<br/><br/>“It’s cool!” Fae said in a shrill voice, once that was decidedly<em>not</em>cool and breezy. “Just uh… just my plan to look busy and explain why I’m in the closet! Or why I came out of the closet… Oh wait, no that’s a euphemism, isn't it? Damn it…” She gestured wildly with her hands, which only sent another few items tumbling to the ground.<br/><br/>Mortified, and the most vibrant shade of lavender that Viella would never get to see, Se’Faema started to rock on her heels as she folded her arms behind her back, adopting the idea that if she just ignored it…<br/><br/><em>Keelah! And I was doing so well!</em><br/>