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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]

Oh. You mean a hoverboard.

[Oh, sure they have that on the Citadel.]

[He huffs. It's probably meant to be a laugh, but doesn't come out that way.]

I'm sure it does. Glad you have that kind of outlet.

[He can see where this is going. Getting out of his own head won't be as easy as riding around on a wheeled board. It's a decent attempt, even if he doesn't think he can accept.]

[stillarhino]

[Beat scowls a little, taking the laugh as a scoff. But he persists, adjusting the box in his arms to keep it from slipping.]

It ain't gotta be that, yo. Could be anythin' you find chill or whatever.

[So much for subtlety. He's never really been good at that, but still. He just wants to help somehow.]

But if you ever up for that, I can lend ya a board to use. We even got a skatepark back at our island. An' there ain't no one 'round to bother ya if ya wanna hang alone.

[thearchangel]

I'm working. That's good enough.

[He's not good at this. Not at all. Depending on who he was talking to, he has better luck, but not right now. Right now he just wants the food gone and no one to ask too many questions.]

[It's no one's fault, they don't know.]

I can pass the message on to the crew. Some of them would probably enjoy it.

[An attempt to appreciate the offer, even if it's not really his kind of thing.]