“And third…” Nihlus says, his voice lowering an almost imperceptible degree at a time, “we’ll take a shower. Together.”
Saren narrows his eyes. This is getting preposterous. But Nihlus just smiles at him from across the narrow table. Brushes a leg against his. Saren scowls and pulls away.
“And last?”
Continue reading [39]“Are you sure you did these thoroughly enough?”
Yep. Too easy. That look says: you can’t make a simple snack without charring something, pickling something, or, on one memorable occasion, causing something to explode — so shut up and eat, you ingrate.
Ah. It’s good to be home.
Continue reading [38]“Well,” Nihlus began.
“Don’t.”
“You left a gap in your platinum line.” They watched the enemy Rachni Brood Tank spew sludge all over it. “That was filled fast. No pun intended.”
And then, a stream of Turian Archangels lept up the cliff to join in the attack. “They sure jumped on that one. No pun intended.”
Continue reading [37]“Look at them.”
Saren ignored him.
“You don’t see Alliance looking this relaxed much. Or this hot.”
He was doing it on purpose.
“They almost got the asari good looks.”
He wasn’t drunk, but more than half of the way there.
Continue reading [35, 36]Nihlus dropped his half-eaten biscuit as soon as his ears picked up the tiniest hiss from the airlock. He put Saren’s much-too-expensive plate on the counter, then shoved the rest–some documents, an omni-tool, a few OSDs–off the worktable, narrowly missing the portable terminal. There was just enough time to pull his rumpled shirt into shape before Saren walked in, laden with at least five metal cases.
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