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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

[sos_pilot]

Only if you say it's a very early Christmas gift.

[thearchangel]

A what-

Oh. Right. That holiday's coming, isn't it?

[sos_pilot]

Or at least this world's equivalent. I always forget it's not a standard in everyone's world.

[thearchangel]

No, it's not. It's popular, but not standard in Citadel Space.

... Milky Way, if that helps.

[sos_pilot]

It does not. My world hasn't really gotten advanced enough to reach there yet - the moon's about as far as we've gone.

[thearchangel]

Not from the Milky Way... all right.

Definitely a whole other universe situation, then.

[sos_pilot]

Ah well, doesn't matter! Good spirits, good holidays, good snacks, it's all good! I'll be there soon and will probably regret this later!

[thearchangel]

[Good spirits. Right. But, hey, no one needs his drama when they're doing him a favor.]

It's not going anywhere. I'll be here until sundown.