<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XYnVKuM.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Nello Dreis<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Drell<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Virologist<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>As Shown<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Outside Engineering<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Standing | Listening to this. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ye9hGotPPVk)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Rue<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>Truly, there was no way he could have seen this coming. In part because his eyes were shut, but also because, well, who would be prepared for a quarian helmet ramming their diaphragm mid singing (or 'throat singing,' as the humans called it)? With the cry of<em>'Bosh'tet'</em>buzzing through the air in feminine and distinctly quarian fashion, the figure took him down with her. A strange turn of fate indeed.<br/><br/>His hood came off in the fall, and so did his headphones, painting the air with the beat and muffled singing of 'I'm Still Standing.'<br/><br/>It took him some time to catch his breath after that well-place blow, and in that time he glanced idly at his fallen headset as his mind drifted to the irony of this moment, but his silence seemed to only fuel the quarian's concern. "I'm fine, don't worry," he said almost instinctually as he regained his breath. He then raised from his position (squarely on his ass) to a firmer squat on his haunches. He reached for her outstretched arms and as he rose, he helped her lift from her knees up to her feet.<br/><br/>"Trust me, I hurt myself more looking for a midnight snack--or trying on a new pair of pants." The second thing probably wasn't as relatable as the first, but hey, it was hard to find the right size when you were as big as him. If no one else could, his twin brother Nito could attest to that.