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[thearchangel]

Type: Text
Sender ID: thearchangel (Garrus Vakarian)
To: Everyone
Subject: House cleaning with your neighborhood alien.
Warnings: None

Does anyone want any of this?

[Attached to the message is an image of many, many boxes of Pocky. There's so much. And it's all untouched.]

Before anyone asks "what kind is there", there's all kinds. No, I'm not selling it, just come take it away. Yes, I know there's a lot. No, I'm not going to eat it.

It's not opened, either. I just don't want it.

[Someone finally went back to his hole in the wall apartment after... a long time, and decided to finally clean house.]

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[thearchangel]

[And true to his word, Garrus is there. Since he's expecting someone, he only has one set of locks done up, so it doesn't take him the normal amount of time to come out. It only occurs to him, as he steps outside, he probably should warn random people he's not exactly human...]

[But he forgot. In all the... everything going on in that apartment. Hopefully, the seven foot alien ducking out of the tiny doorway won't cause a panic.]

You're in the right place. It's all just inside... I'll stay out here, if you like.

[Because closing yourself in your place with random strangers is a bad look and all.]

[chatteblanche]

[ There isn't panic, but there is definitely a significant amount of surprise in Lynette's features as she looks up at him. It takes a few moments (and a bit of effort) for her to return her expression to something more neutral. She shakes her head a bit, mostly at herself. ]

I shouldn't have stared. I apologize.

[ It's a sincere apology, not just a means of trying to save face. She's someone who dislikes being so Perceived, especially as "other" - and where she's from, her feline features are enough for that. She doesn't wish to perpetuate that feeling onto another. It's not his fault he's a seven foot alien. Where he's from, that's probably normal.

Despite her rudeness, he graciously offers to stay outside to avoid cornering her in the apartment. At that, her opinion of him greatly increases. In her experience, most people don't think of things like that. ]

I would appreciate that, thank you. I promise not to take up too much of your time.

[ She pauses, glancing inside. ]

Where did you get all of this, by the way? By accident?

[thearchangel]

[He shrugs slightly.]

I know, I know - there's something on my face. Tried to get it off for years now. No luck.

[Apology accepted, in other words. If he's actually annoyed by the staring, it's not in his voice, or anything like that. Staring isn't the worst that's ever happened. and he's just going to brush it off like almost everything else.]

Sure. Toss some boxes out here if you need a hand. [He'll just prop himself up against the outside wall of the apartment, scrolling through information on the shellphone.]

[Which is a great cover for the way his mandible flicks and clicks audibly against his jaw at the question. Just something weird he read, that's all.]

Someone left it behind. Got it from a salesman trying to pawn off extra stock.

[chatteblanche]

[ He responds graciously, and for that Lynette is grateful. Yet another point in his favor.

She enters the apartment and starts gathering boxes of flavors that look enticing, continuing the conversation through the open doorway. ]

Did he make you pay for all this? I can compensate you, if so. Even if I'm doing you a favor getting rid of it all, it's only fair to make you financially whole.

[ Despite her small frame, she has no troubles loading up her arms before heading out to put the boxes into the wagon. ]

[thearchangel]

No. No, it was... I'm not sure how it happened, but there wasn't any payment involved. You don't need to pay anything.

[Please don't pay. He wouldn't know what to do with someone paying him for the snacks. It feels nine kinds of wrong.]

[He just wants it all gone. Hell, maybe he can even move and give the apartment itself away.]