<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/805608801994670092/810180086493609984/afd5e48f4f654ed0b9d6ecd76651329f.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Nito Haon<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>Botanist<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>A black coat (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/805608801994670092/810179999189303366/519422fa7e70621d56566a3390116e72.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Zira's personal quarters<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Visiting a friend for work stuff. Go on, shoo.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Zira | Closed<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>There was a spring to Nito's steps, the one people usually had when they were about to get laid. He was however, practically sprinting; he was already a bit late for their rendezvous. Setting up his things in Hydroponics had taken<em>much</em>longer than he'd anticipated, with that uptight Turian Spectre questioning him about every single plant and herb in the damn place. After that, he had to run back to his own quarters to shower and change out of his no-doubt contaminated coat. Zira was already taking a huge risk with every night they spent together, and he wouldn't forgive himself if something happened to her because he was careless and didn't wash up.<br/><br/>A gentle knock sounded his arrival, and he poked his head in and grinned after the soft expletive slipped her lips. "Getting impatient already?" he teased, lips turned up into a smile and his wide abyssal eyes glimmering with amusement. She looked wonderful in her suit, even though the mask obscured her face. He was grateful to whoever designed the Quarian enviro-suits to be damn<em>tight</em>, almost as much as the Drell were to the Hanar for saving them. He remembered thinking that if she looked this good in overprotective garb, she'd look even better when she wasn't wearing it. Safe to say, he wasn't disappointed.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry for being late,<em>Siha</em>," he said, the signature deep voice of the Drell rumbling across the room. "I got held up by the scary Spectre." He locked the doors and double-checked; not wanting unnecessary distractions. Possessing eidetic memory meant that he was able to spend lonely nights with memories of a perfect one, losing himself in every detail and ebb and flow of past events-- but he still craved the physicality, the unexpected. He closed the distance between them and grasped her hands in his, squeezing them tightly. "I missed you."<br/><br/>The wide eye scanned the room, nodding appreciatively. It was a small and cosy place, identical to his own. He doubted it would be as comfortable as either of their places back on the Citadel, but Nito had a habit of counting his blessings. It was lucky enough that he managed to snag a spot on this mission with Zira, rather than having to wait for her aimlessly. "You did a good job of cleaning up. Looks pristine. If I didn't know any better, I'd think I'm in the med-bay," he teased. Not that he was averse to hospital sex. It was actually something he was hoping to break to Zira, actually-- but all in due time of course.