I should go.

[rondanchan]

“Garrus…”

“Shepard, please… Don’t try to speak. I’ve got you. We made it.”

“Garrus, this is important.”

“What is it, Shepard?”

“Tell anyone you had to carry me out of here, and I’ll kick your ass.”

Quickie Mass Effect doodle to end the day!

[doisoundlikethat]

Greeter: callmebugboy

callmebugboy

It was, perhaps, not the friendliest of meetings. Misunderstanding or not, the situation was tense and they were all ready for the bullets - or webs - to start flying again.

The woman in charge couldn’t resist swatting the Turian beside her in the shoulder. When he ignored herdidn’t respond, she hit his arm with the butt of her pistol.

"Shepard, now’s not really the time-"

"Pay up, Vakarian."

He stiffened with immediate, autocratic refusal, but it only lasted an instant; he deflated with a huff of resignation. The tip of his shotgun didn’t waver as he reached into a pouch to retrieve a credits card. He passed it across to Shepard and shook his head at the wall-clinging hero they had in their crosshairs. “Red pajamas,” he drawled, judgmental and accusing all at once. “Really?”

"Told you." She pocketed the card.

"I do not think they are pajamas, Shepard," the third member of there party chimed in, missing the joke entirely; she was too fascinated by their would-be adversary. "There is /no way/ a human could cling to a wall like that. It is some type of /suit,/" she chirped, and not even her heavy accent could hide her enthusiasm. 

"Whattaya say, PJs?" the commander called out. "Come down and we can talk about your fashion choices." 

Beside her, the Turian shook his head and sighed.

This time, he wasn’t judging the bugboy. 

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asinhellspawn greeter

asinhellspawn

"Yeah, well, I didn't believe in a lot of things up until recently, so, ah..." The woman (two and a half sheets to the wind already) raised her glass in toast to the boogie man.

"To one hell of a second chance."

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greeter

bigbosswithoutborders

“-time for social grace, Allers! Greeter messages?” The message began, suddenly, the woman speaking obviously annoyed. There was a pause and then she continued, uncertainly, “That’s not really a thing, is it?" 

"Uh huh,” placated a voice, in the background. 

A frustrated sigh - not /quite/ resignation - and the confidence was back, along with her obvious impatience. “Go get Liara to do it; she’s used to making nice." 

"Don’t worry about it, Commander,” the background voice hummed, amusement lacing her tone. 

“Hey. Why is that light blinking? Allers!” Commander Shepard growled. “Turn that thing o-”

The message cut. 

[doisoundlikethat]

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