#messaging mills

[theroguesniper]

regalxlegality replied to your post:Feel free to open for yourself, if you like. I simply thought one unseemly blown up side of your face was enough. If you insist on symmetry go right ahead.

"And yet you have absolutely no questions when a phenomenally beautiful woman consistently contacts you via your omni-tool? Perhaps I’m the best in the Galaxy, dear, but your security is not."

"I have just resigned myself to the fact that you are impossibly capable of pissing me off when you feel like it. Which is always. I'm sure you love talking to me, Mills, otherwise you wouldn't contact me this often. Communications aren't exactly private here, you know? Not a secure channel. I was merely... surprised... you'd go to the trouble of digging around to find this address with the sole and express purpose of antagonizing me. Just saying."

[theroguesniper]

Feel free to open for yourself, if you like. I simply thought one unseemly blown up side of your face was enough. If you insist on symmetry go right ahead.

"Ha. Very funny, Mills. Care to explain to what I owe the pleasure of your message? Not sure how a high-explosive canister made it past screening and onto the Normandy."

[theroguesniper]

Do not open canister A-6 in your bay. If anyone is going to have the pleasure of killing you, it will be me. However, feel free to let that idiotic pilot of yours open it.

"What the hell is in canister A-6 and why shouldn't I open it? One would think you'd enjoy my untimely demise, Mills."

[theroguesniper]

"Yes, -quite- a shame. I'm also finding it quite a shame to hear that we're not doing a phenomenal job of making your life miserable, now. But I would hate to deny a Turian his sport." A few minutes later: "I hear you and that press-piece of a commander of yours are hoping to resolve that little end-of-the-galaxy tiff with these so-called Reapers."

"See, you're not my problem anymore, Mills. Hell, I went rogue on Omega for two years. Can't say I don't see the charm in your lifestyle. But you're still a pain in the ass. Also, you can thank me when we're through with these bastards. We will put an end to this."

[theroguesniper]

"-Joke- about your sexuality? It was no joke, Dear. It was merely an observation. Though if you spend all of your time joking about it, it explains why you don't have quite that much time for -having- it, do you, Vakarian? And yes, I'm aware of your departure from C-Sec. Quite a blaze of fire the past couple of years, as well. I was almost proud. It's endearing that, even without the professional obligation, you still can't help looking for us, can you?"

"I would be offended, Mills, if the insult wasn't coming from you. How does it feel, misplacing your heart? See, you made my life miserable back in C-Sec. All that damn paperwork and those reports I had to file because of you bastards. Now? Hunting you down is just for sport. Gives me something to do during down time. Plus, no paperwork. Life's good, Mills. Too bad about the Reapers."

[theroguesniper]

"That's exactly why I sent you your disgusting -Turian- swill. Honestly, the container smelled worse than -you- which, truly, is quite the feat. Also, Dear, if we're adding homocides to the list we might be on the comm for a while. You're just fishing for excuses to talk to me, aren't you?"

"Of course, Mills, you know how much I love our little chats." Garrus scoffed, sarcasm dripping from his every word. "Don't know about any homocides, but if we're talking homicides here, then no need to worry. I'm keeping track."

[theroguesniper]

"We sent you a bottle of Horosk to celebrate our anniversary, Dear. We also sent you a bottle of Liquefied Turian. Good luck sorting them out - Your Dearest Friends."

"You do realize that I can't drink your human swill, right? Oh, also, fuck off. I'm adding turianslaughter to your C-Sec list of charges right as I type this."