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“I got a few scratches and dents. I hope they just give me character.”
“You know, I’m sure the Krogan have the same logic.” Lucillasneered and rolled her eyes. “But you can least have the common sense to put oneven a piece of armor. Hell, you could put on one of those…what do you callthem…” She pointed to her carapace, her eyebrows furrowing. “Bras, yes. Bras.You’d have more coverage than now.”
❝ –––– Did you just say ‘I don’t like spicy warra nuts’? ❞ ( // @baldbiotic )
@baldbiotic ♥️’d
❝ you can’t really enjoy being angry all the time , can you ??? ❞
@baldbiotic ( ♥‘d )
❛ I didn’t mean it LIKE THAT. ❜
@baldbiotic continued from ( ★ )
THE ADRENALINE ALWAYS tempts him. It grips him like a cardinal SIN, like lust & greed & wrath, claw deep & bleeding, so IMPOSSIBLE to ignore. The thrum of it, each heartbeat a note plucked on a harp, is the music his blood moves to. Giving in to that temptation & submitting himself to man’s most primitive instinct———– DAMN RIGHT it feels good.
He winds his arm back & flexes the muscle smooth, pops the BONES at his neck. He’ll feel it in the morning, the ACHES of the fight, & appreciate the reminder. He looks at Jack ( or the back of her HEAD ) & clucks a chuff off his lips.
❛ Dead DOG coulda told me that. ❜
A SMILE wicks the dusty corners of his mouth. It’s GENUINE, not a smirk or crooked simper, but a SMILE. It lingers for a moment before he NOTICES it & crushes it like a REVOLT, shoves it under the thorn-prick of his teeth. & he’s grateful then that she’s looking AWAY.
He snaps a fresh heat sink into the hot BELLY of his rifle.
❛ But you’re looking a little TIRED, Jack. Having trouble keeping up? ❜
random positivity for @baldbiotic. 💕 first of all, welcome back !! i squeaked when i saw you posting on my dash again, & as always, you’re absolutely perfect with jack. her spirit exudes out of your writing. i love taking a moment to read through your latest reply or drabble or meme answer & soaking in her voice, because you’ve really nailed it down so effortlessly. you are such a warm heart out of character, too, that you just make me smile every time you post anything in general. i’m truly so happy to see you back ! i hope everything’s been going alright for you. cheers for being a phenomenal writer, a wonderful human being & an incredible, incredible jack.
@baldbiotic is too cool for me
Lawson had done her part in thoroughly killing Tali’s appetite for the better part of the afternoon. After being shot for most of the morning, all the quarian ( and probably the rest of the crew ) was looking forward to was a nice meal and some peace and QUIET. Still, it was time for her to run those genetically perfect lips of hers flap around and babble on about regulations and the importance of filing reports from the field on time. Never before had she had her professionalism questioned or blatantly put on the spot like this. Everyone knew that loyalty and efficiency was what was most important: not blind subordination.
The moment ‘dismissed’ echoed from the XO’s mouth, she quickly swiped her dextro-protein shake in its tumbler and made a bee-line for the lift. With an attitude like that, nobody was going to get in her way... or follow her.
Except for Jack, apparently.
The quarian sharply exhaled through her nostrils, frustration building with being treated like a child when she was CLEARLY an expert and one of the best in her field. With her straw and drink being adjusted to fit into her helmet slot with one hand... The other occupied itself by twirling the combat knife by its grip in between her three fingers. Once the slurping noises ceased, she finally spoke up.
“What. A. Bitch.”
