I Swear By Apollo

[Ensayn]

((Yeah, that would be worth a laugh or two though, lol))

Loken watched as Shyra walked into his apartment. He looked at the Krogan one last time with an indifferent look before following her in, shutting the door behind him, but not locking it.

"So...this is where you were attacked?"

'Thats one way of putting it.' He thought grimly, remembering the specifics. The many drinks he had, the Asari that seemed almost too concerned, getting back, and the knife. He almost visibly shuddered. That blade was certainly a piece of work, one he didn't ever want to see again.

He quickly realised that the question deserved an answer. "Yes, it was." Loken did a quick search of his apartment, listening for the sounds of breathing, a movement, anything, there was nothing. His apartment was devoid of, at the very least, any psychotic Asari. Which was lucky for both of them.

He found it remarkably strange, now that they were in his apartment, alone, that he wasn't feeling any sort of anxiety. He seemed to trust the Quarian. Not that she didn't deserve the trust, after all, she did save his life and all. But so soon after the attack... Loken mentally shrugged it off. Maybe this was a turning point for him or something.

"So, what happens now?" He asked out loud, wondering what the medic was thinking.

[Asyla]

The quarian noticed how Loken began searching his apartment, the fact that he was worried that the attacker might still be here unsettled the young student.

"So, what happens now?"

"Uhh..."
Shyra was taken aback that the turian asked for her opinion.
"Well...nothing really. I just wanted to keep an eye for you so soon after the... operation and clean myself up. Besides, you needed something to wear after I had to cut your old clothes away."

After having said that, Shyra looked around for the turian's wardrobe.

"Hm. I don't suppose you'd have space for me?"
She expected the turian to furiously object, so she quickly added:

"I-I could clean all of this up, make myself useful! Just for the time being..."

Shyra really didn't want to reveal that she had been sleeping in other empty shops for all the other nights. She just didn't have the money.

[Ensayn]

"Hm. I don't suppose you'd have space for me?"

It took every ounce of energy that Loken had to not at least chuckle. She sounded so timid and scared when she asked. It was amusing to say the least, although it did catch him off guard just a bit. He didn't even get a chance to reply before she started to attempt to justify her request.

"I-I could clean all of this up, make myself useful! Just for the time being..."

"Of course you can stay, its the least I can do." He looked around, and then gestured at the only bed in his apartment. "Hope you don't mind sharing a bed." He joked.
Then he started to think. He didn't always stay in his apartment, after all, he was a merc, he moved around alot, especially when he was hired to end up going halfway across the universe, or even to another system altogether.

"One question though..." Loken started, wondering how to word it. "How willing would you be to work for me? As a medic?" He looked at her and started to explain, "You are very good at what you do, despite the lack of firsthand experience..." He was jokingly reffering to his own near heart attack when she told him she was merely a medical student. "And I could really use your help."

[Asyla]

Shyra rose her head as the turian accepted and even gave her some kind of job offer.
He was a mercenary or something, though, right?
Immediately the thought of battle and everything that belonged to it shot through the quarian's mind, but instead of refusing, she nodded immediately.

"Of course!"

An inner voice groaned, remarking how stupid and ignorant she was, but that was how she was. Young and naive.

[Ensayn]

Loken watched as the Quarian started looking at him, and accepted the job offer almost instantly. The enthusiasm both surprised and amused him. "Well, thats settled then." He said. Then a thought hit him, they still hadn't decided about their unwanted tag-along. "So what are we going to do about the Krogan?" He asked.

He turned around to his wardrobe and pulled out one of his tighter fitting shirts and pulled it on over the wrapping around his chest. "By the way, later, we'll need to drop by wherever it is you stay to get your stuff." An amusing thought hit him, "You DO have stuff, right?"

[Asyla]

"So what are we going to do about the Krogan?"

"I dunno. He seemed really eager to join us."
Shyra felt kind of bad of leaving the big alien outside, after all he had almost forced them to let him help them.

"You DO have stuff, right?"

"Er..."
The quarian thought frantically, trying to come up with a valid answer.
"I...well. I got everything with me."
She tapped the bag she carried around her thin waist. It was probably obvious that Eden avoided talking about where she had been staying till now.
The best overnight stay she ever had on the citadel was in the staff-room of the clinic of a rather absent-minded salarian scientist. That guy had been creepy, though, so Shyra had been eager to leave.

[Ensayn]

"I dunno. He seemed really eager to join us."

Loken contemplated that. He wasn't exactly thrilled at the idea of having to work with Krogans. Although he had done so in the past, it had been with great reluctance. "Doesn't that worry you though? The fact that he basically made us let him come along? Call me paranoid, but overly helpful doesn't seem like typical Krogan behavior."

"I...well. I got everything with me."

"Ohh." He said, a bit surprised. Although the fact that she had little to no possessions did explain why she wanted to stay with him. "Sorry I asked." Loken said, sounding as apologetic as he would most likely ever be, which wasn't saying much.

He looked up at the door, looked back at Shyra and said, "Make yourself at home. Since you are now." He walked towards the door and out, looking around for the Krogan. 'Wait... what?' He thought. "Great... There goes another one." He said out loud. He stepped back inside and looked at Shyra. "Well, he's gone. Just like the human."

[Ensayn]

((Krogan... you there?))

[Asyla]

(( His last activity was on October 13th. I guess he'll have to mysteriously wander off as well, because he didn't want to wait in front of the door :| ))

[Ensayn]

((yeah... about to edit my post... check it out))

[Asyla]

(( I saw, shame really ))

Shyra was a bit startled that he returned this quick. But she was not very surprised to hear of his news. The krogan obviously didn't like waiting outside, and he probably thought his duty of escorting them back to the apartment was done.
The quarian finally sat down at a random chair she found, feeling kind of tired after the operation.

"Uh, is life on the citadel always this stressful? People with calendars full of meetings and jobs, so they won't wait for anybody?"

Leaning back, Shyra closed her eyes for a moment, allowing the fatigue to catch up for the moment. After almost a minute, she sat back up stiffly, shaking her head quickly.

"Oh, I'm so sorry.", she said, nodding her head forward in a (quarian) apologetic manner.

[Ensayn]

Loken watched as Shyra sat down in one of two chairs in his small apartment. He didn't stay there much so he didn't have too many luxuries. He let a small smile tug across his mouth.

"Uh, is life on the citadel always this stressful?"

The turian let out a humorless laugh. "Yeah, pretty much." He did know the Citadel rather well, even though he rarely spent time there. He knew most of the important parts. He didn't pay attention to insignificant details as much as he probably should.

He cocked his head curiously as the quarian sat up straight.

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

"Sorry for what? My house is your house, make yourself as comfortable as you want."

[Asyla]

"Sorry for what? My house is your house, make yourself as comfortable as you want."

Shyra eyed him for a bit, before nodding again.
"I'm not used to be living anywhere. But I'll get...to sleep then.", she said with some difficulty, having trouble imagining this place (as small as it may have been) was to belong to her as well.

"You best go rest as well. Doctor's orders.", grinning under her visor, the quarian looked back at the turian before finding herself a bed. Just then it struck her that there was only one bed, and Loken had already mentioned they'd have to share a bed. Was this usual for citadel occupants? Sharing beds with their guests? It sounded odd, but Shyra knew little about the culture of turians, and their private habits.
Well, Loken wasn't there yet, so she figured she'd just go sleeping. If she did wake up with a wounded turian next to her, the cultural shock would probably be much easier to experience.
Placing her bed at the end of the bed, the medic lay down and immediately fell asleep.

[Ensayn]

"But I'll get...to sleep then."

Loken fought back a smirk, this Quarian never ceased to amuse him. He could easily sense the hesitence in her voice, although he made no visibile signs to say such.

"You best go rest as well. Doctor's orders."

"Well then, I don't want to disobey orders." He said, just a hint of teasing in his voice. Damn, he was changing, over the course of a day. Before, he would have ignored any order given to him, now, there he was, all but flirting with a Quarian medic who just saved his life? He had some issues to sort out, that was for sure.

Loken looked down at the suddenly sleeping Quarian. He had never seen someone fall asleep of their own free will so quickly. He wondered if it was a practiced art. He shrugged, tugged off his shirt, threw on a more comfortable pair of pants, and set himself down on the bed, careful not to disturb Shyra.

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Halfway through the night, Loken, without even knowing it himself, rolled over and let his arm slide around to lay flat across her stomach. It basically seemed like he was holding her close to him, even though he was all but unconcious the whole time...

((hmmm, half-naked half-wounded turian in bed with a quarian medic... culture shock initiate!!!! XD, you can just time skip to morning if you want so we can keep this going))

((uh-oh... well, heres some incentive, for every 3 days you don't post... more and more culture shock will be inevitable... this is round 1. teehee. Post by friday or saturday, or more CS will be involved))