<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/S3DdpL3.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Zira’Veesar vas Jaepal<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>Weapons Engineer<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>Personal quarters<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Just some light unpacking… nothing to see here.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Nito Haon | CLOSED<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/><br/>No matter how long they’ve been doing this, or how thorough their preparations, a nervousness clenched Zira’s guts and fluttered through her stomach each and every time. She was both excited and cautious -but mostly excited!- heavily loaded up on anti-biotics and herbal supplements which bolstered her immune system. It wasn’t perfect, often enough she would fall ill with a fever the day after their fun, but always it was easier and better than the last. The quarian had already adjusted to Nito’s chemistry, it was only these far off and away places that caused her any problems.<br/><br/>So that was why she wiped down everything for the fourth time in a row. Door handles and drawers, the posts around the bed, the walls, and the counter spaces between. Anywhere that they might put a foot, brace a limb or bump up against when things really got heated. And this time, she hadn't forgotten to consider the chairs.<br/><br/>It was always like that. Zira prepared as best she could and thought herself fully covered. Then the damn drell would introduce her to something exciting and new -and that would only give her a new perspective.<em>Like the walls. You hadn’t considered that the first few times. And then he…</em><br/><br/>Oh<em>yes.</em>He most certainly did.<br/><br/>“Bosht’et.”<br/><br/>She often said it with affection. Now only if that damned Drell would hurry up and arrive. The anticipation was almost torture, and she was looking forward to getting out of the suit - fever be damned.<br/>