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@xerxesofthewolfpack
The sound of the front door opening brought him back from his thoughts. Immediately, Kolyat stands, hurrying over to the door to greet a familiar face.
“You were supposed to be back three weeks ago,” he pouts. Crossing his arms he narrows his brow ridges. “You worried me.” Kolyat glances away, stifling a sniffle. “Why couldn’t you return my texts?”
Closed RP // xerxesofthewolfpack
@xerxesofthewolfpack
[text]: well hurry up, I want to see you loose that shirt.
[text]: check the top shelf of the laundry room. I saw some shirts of yours there.
@xerxesofthewolfpack
Haral enjoyed shore leave, not that he feltz cooped up in the ship but he liked getting outside and the Citadel was a nice place anyway., Besides they would be here for two days so he had a lot of time. A good thing about being a turian, nobody actually knew their age. At least not with Haral.
@xerxesofthewolfpack
Perhaps the display was a little out of the norm for him, but they were home alone after a long day, and no sooner than the front door closing had Kolyat pinned Xerxes to it.
“Were you purposely driving me crazy that entire party?” He spoke against the turian’s mouth, eyes intently stared at the blue ones in front of him.
@xerxesofthewolfpack
Kenn's head tilted to the side as a familiar figure entered the shop, a hand coming to rest on his hip while he squinted his eyes. "You come here for a meal, or is this some sort of distraction during the slowest hour of the day?"
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@xerxesofthewolfpack
Being unfamiliar with where he was, Tech was exploring an enormous station, which is filled with different citizens, all in different shape and sizes. He was wearing a jacket and pants that has a very unusual design: his jacket and pants are both dark grey with red outlines that seemed to glow.
The red hair was obviously amazed of the station, he decided to look for an area so he can see the inside more. Strangely he seemed to avoid the river side.
@xerxesofthewolfpack cont.
Carius cocked his head to the side, silently watching the other, and that seemed more unnerving than if he had attacked. Even ratting him out would have been better than standing there, green eyes unblinking, mandibles twitching in thought.
Slowly he pulled his gaze away, focusing on where the Krogan mercenaries had scuttled off to, taking a breath. There would be nothing to gain from ratting out the turians’ position, but everything to go against if he helped him. Rat out the pathetic to the pathetic or deal with it later? Too much to consider, Carius offered a hand to the cowering turian.
Having not yet to say a word, he hoped that his sub vocals would be enough to tell that he wanted to … help.
@xerxesofthewolfpack
The visit with his parents went wonderfully, and it was only on the way back home that he’d happened upon the playground that had a rather large geth within it. His steps slowed, watching the small children as they began to climb them. Veetor couldn’t help but laugh, eyes squinted while he raised a hand to the mouthpiece, leaning against a pole for support.
"Are you alright there?" He managed to speak up after laughing enough.
