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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.]

Comments

[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.]