#analystannie

[major-kirrahe]

analyst-annie replied to your post: /smooches

-smiles warmly as they part- We may not be human, but I think we’re still allowed to enjoy some of the things that come with the holiday. Even if human traditions are strange.

Let's go with that. Though all species have their peculiarities. Drell included, I'm sure. No reason we can't indulge in all of them, mm?

[major-kirrahe]

/smooches

-He pulls her in tighter, allowing the kiss to linger before pulling away.- I'd say Happy Christmas, but...

I suppose the holiday has some perks.

[major-kirrahe]

/HANGS MISTLETOE ALL OVER THE APARTMENT YUP

"What the..." The ceiling was covered in berries, little green holly leaves poking out from behind the. "Annise, what is all of this?"

She was in the living room, nose in a book. When he caught her eye she smiled sheepishly, shoulders shrugging as she sank into the couch. "I thought I would decorate for Christmas."

"Neither of us celebrate it?" His head tilted back, trying to count them. There were at least a dozen. Through the door to the bedroom he spied a few more. "I don't understand."

Red crept along her throat and she hid the colour behind her book. "I can take them down."

"What are they for?"

"Kissing...?"

He considered it for a moment, then shrugged. "Leave them up, then." If anyone asked he would say it was an infestation. Annise returned to her book, throat redder than a cherry. They went about the rest of their evening as if nothing had happened.

As she was cooking dinner he kissed the back of her head. Kirrahe sat hunched over a desk, filling out his report, and felt a pair of his lips on her cheek. A kiss here, a smooch there. They lost count of which mistletoe had been used up and which had not seen them kiss under it. He was almost sorry when the holiday season was over and the berries went brown with age.

"We'll make it a tradition," she said with a happy hum, pulling him into one last, slow kiss before the last of the mistletoe fell.

[major-kirrahe]

analyst-annie replied to your post: Mister Kirrahe, when are my mommy and daddy going to get here…?

Oh. Okay…. -frowns, looking down at her feet and muttering- It didn’t take this long last time…

Maybe they stopped to get you something special.

[major-kirrahe]

Mister Kirrahe, when are my mommy and daddy going to get here...?

O-oh. Well... -stoops down to her level, smiling faintly- It may be a bit. Space is awfully large, isn't it? They're on their way, though. I'm sure of it.

[vasfishbowl-blog]

Excuse me, Mister Quarian, why are you wearing a hat on your helmet?

*look down* Miss Annise is that you? oh keelah euh what going on... greyface I guess? ah my hat, well I just like it do you want to try it? *put hat on the little drell's head*

[kirantogirril]

-wanders on over to where Anto works orsomethingidk- You look like Mister Kirrahe! Are you his brother?

-peers down at the bab-

Oh, um... the Major? Heh, no. I wish though, he'd probably make a good brother. But no, we're not related. We're both green though. And you... you are very yellow... are you related to Miss Annise?

[major-kirrahe]

analyst-annie replied to your post: What if guns had never been invented?

((Samurai Kirrahe.))

[ Probably more like ninja Kirrahe because infiltration. ]