Routine: Make sure room is as clean/sealed off as possible before performing suit maintenance. Clean air filters if necessary. Make sure all life support systems are operational.
Clothes: Just the enviro-suit, all day, erryday. Unwraps and unpins the red cloth on it, though, and any outer gear that isn't necessary.
Sleeping position: On his side or stomach, head always turned to the side because of the damn wires and things at the back of his head.
Quirks: Sometimes has nightmares (SWARMS. SWARMS EVERYWHERE.) or feels uneasy. He'll wake back up, then sit in bed doing something else like network browsing until he feels comfortable enough to go back to sleep.
Seekrits: Lies about not having a nerve stim program installed in his suit. The believability of those lies, however...
Fetishes: Uh. None that he is aware of.
Quirks: IDK I DON'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT THESE THINGS WITH VEETOR GODDAMN THIS SECTION...
EATING HABITS;
Food: Favorite type of nutrient paste is the kind that tastes like quarian fruit. Least favorite food is whatever the fuck gave him hives on Freedom's Progress.
Dranks: ...He's only really ever stuck to water.
Cooking: He knows of the concept, but never done it himself.
Table manners: Veetor eats through a goddamn straw under his helmet. No manners necessary.
Quirks: Food of the winged and many-legged variety makes him go DX
GENERAL;
Daily routine: Wake up. Check suit systems. Eat delicious nutrient paste while fiddling around with the combat drone. Water the Rannoch Flower. Go see if anyone in the Normandy House needs tech things done (if he isn't in Avoid Everyone mode). Explore garden areas. Come back home with stolen salvaged items. Blah blah blah /attention dwindling
Network: Sort of keeps up with it. Uses most of his omni-tool time to read/watch things on the station's info databanks rather than gossip and goings on with other people.
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SEXY HABITS;
EATING HABITS;
GENERAL;