Out Of Clothes

Okay, I have some replies drafted. But I’m going to do my best to ignore Tumblr for a few hours so I can get some much-needed art done for an RP group I’m in that just started up again. Character sheets. They’re a bitch. Particularly when they’re for characters you haven’t drawn in a couple of years, not since before you got a drawing tablet. …This should be fun…

Alright. He was admittedly bemused at being dragged off by a little Krogan child. With a…Thresher Maw? That seemed rather Krogan, certainly. So the dancer was not entirely thrilled about being dragged off, presumably to wake up some Krogan father.

Needless to say, he was more than a little surprised it was Jasper who lay before him. Arching a brow ridge at the child, he sighed. “I do not think it is wise to drag people into your father’s room, sweetling,” he scolded gently as he rubbed Owen’s back through the sling the human baby was in. “It is much safer if it is you who wakes him…”

Ze’ev nodded his understanding and agreement. It was certainly…different, having a wife. Oh, Ze’ev always treated women with respect, and cherished his female lovers. But there was a slight difference between lover and…spouse.

So here he was, helping his wife into a taxi (he may make good money as a stripper, but he wasn’t really comfortable with getting a full-time shuttle rental), and directing the driver to the market in the Ward their apartment was in. “Here.” Ze’ev handed Tethar several credits. “I am going to see what news I can pick up. I will simply be where they sell supplies for the human colonists. The florist is over there, so should I pick up some flowers? I…apologise, I have not exactly kept up on the floral arrangements in the apartment.”