Cara (
wrongkindofsith) wrote in
fandomtownies2016-07-22 04:16 am
Caritas, Thursday
Cara staggered into work with a half-empty bottle of ryncol in hand, her leathers spattered with some very nasty looking goo, and a disturbingly cheerful grin.
Turns out the Krogan she'd roped into helping her out with class earlier hadn't been lying about thresher maws.
[Open, no ocd.]
Turns out the Krogan she'd roped into helping her out with class earlier hadn't been lying about thresher maws.
[Open, no ocd.]
