<div class="floatright">(http://i985.photobucket.com/albums/ae338/flamingdeadman/Elliquiy/corners3_2_2.png)</div><div class="floatleft">(http://i985.photobucket.com/albums/ae338/flamingdeadman/Elliquiy/corners3_2_3.png)</div><div align="center">(http://i985.photobucket.com/albums/ae338/flamingdeadman/Elliquiy/vracitheantipodum4.png)</div><hr/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i985.photobucket.com/albums/ae338/flamingdeadman/Elliquiy/Plague_Hunter_by_pyxelated.jpg)</div>Vkraci's lax gaze lifted to his commander as the door opened and he pulled the bone pipe from his mouth just long enough to respond.  "No, sir."<br/><br/>Quite honestly, he'd prepared himself to submit to Vern the moment he crossed that threshold, and that pipe was no precious object to him.  He stepped forward and hit the button for the door to let Vern know he was ready for whatever he was in the mood for.  He half expected Vern to rip the pipe from his grip, to attack him thanks to all that pent up emotion, and he hoped for it.  The excitement was still strong in him, heart racing slightly and body vulnerable to approach.  He had the start of a lump in his pants, to top it off, accented by his quietly labored breathing.<br/><br/>He was more than ready; he was asking for it.<br/><hr/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i985.photobucket.com/albums/ae338/flamingdeadman/Elliquiy/corners3_2_1.png)</div><div class="floatleft">(http://i985.photobucket.com/albums/ae338/flamingdeadman/Elliquiy/corners3_2.png)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">&lt; <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">Languages</span> || <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">Italian, English, Japanese, Chinese</span> &gt;</span><br/>&lt; <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">Tagging</span> || <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">Vern</span> &gt;<br/>&lt; <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">Location</span> || <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">Vern's Bedroom</span> &gt;</div>