Aug 21, 2014
"There is no way I'm seeing what I'm seeing."
can-it-wait-for-a-bit
"Ah, Vakarian" Saren said as he turned around, "Been a long time." he said casually. "Still sticking your nose in places that it doesn't belong?"
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"There is no way I'm seeing what I'm seeing."
can-it-wait-for-a-bit
"Ah, Vakarian" Saren said as he turned around, "Been a long time." he said casually. "Still sticking your nose in places that it doesn't belong?"
"I'd totally fuck you"
After three minutes of sputtering, confused flailing gestures in Garrus' general direction and a pitch in his tones that grows increasingly high as more "I, but, you, but" come out, Lantar suddenly freezes in place and an error message descends from the sky.
UNABLE TO PROCESS, PLEASE REBOOT SYSTEM
( had to do a randome number for my girls too. 14.jawline kiss Well, this was it. She was definitely going to die from doing this. S’rema was holding her breath the second her mask came off , her small hand working the large turian down enough for her lips to gently graze over his jawline before she quickly let him go. The mask was slapped right back on before she attempted to scatter off.
She didn’t run to far, just off behind a corner where she silently looked over at the large male. She had no idea why she did that. Shit did that count as her first kiss?! A whine came from her before she just sat on the ground, covering her entire mask with her hood out of pure embarrassment.
More so curious than anything, the turian went looking. While he moved a bit slower to try and check corners and not mistake anyone, he did eventually move around the corner and see the woman hiding beneath her hood. “Uh….excuse me?” _________________________________________________________ The hood was pulled over even more as a soft mechanical humm came out of her mask. “ What?” She sounded scared, or nervous, maybe both. Still, there would be no way in hell that hood was coming off her face anytime soon. Even if the guy couldn’t see her face from behind her mask, she could still see him.
"What we've got here is failure to communicate." (Yes I meant this)
V'Atre looked over at the turian in surprise. he looked around him to see if perhaps the man was talking to another, but the only one he could be looking at was himself. "My apologies, It would quite appear that you are correct, as we have not communicated yet. I am V'Atre," he said with a formal head bow. he was unsure if the turian would accept, but held his hand out per standard Citadel greeting.
Joker, hard to believe you've moved away from that pilot seat
Joker turned his head and looked over at Garrus and laughed. “What? Believe it or not, but I do get up and go get food every now and again.” he said with a grin. “What brings you away from your calibrations? Someone rip you out of there?”
can-it-wait-for-a-bit is following you.
"Welcome to the Citadel. I'm going to need to see your weapon permits and get you to sign this picture because I'm a huge fan."