text; un: archangel | Free Snacks

[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

[tilfrosset]

Would it be safe to assume that Tali'zorah is the same Tali you mentioned earlier?

[His irritation is heard, noted, and promptly ignored for the moment. Garrus isn't lashing out at her so unless he does, Jill will continue doing what she's doing.

Like pulling out a sandwich for herself. She unwraps it neatly before taking a small polite bite, a habit born of the Ducal Lady Training™. Chewing happens for a moment and then swallowing, and finally once her mouth is empty, speaking.]

And why would I do that?

[thearchangel]

Yeah, that's her.

[Talking about Tali is easier. It's better. Tali is familiar and annoying and they're practically family at this point.]

[He's got control of himself not to lash out physically. Not unless someone is attacking first. Or really, really deserves it. His irritation is verbal, clipped and harsh, his vocal reverb practically a growl he can't exactly do anything about.]

Because she's living outdoors. In this damned weather.

[Tali is a problem that can be solved. An issue he can do something about. Not like what's actually bothering him.]