5 - Audio

[thearchangel]

... Hey, commander? Can I get you to stop by my quarters? For a second?

[Wow, Garrus, your voice is sounding decidedly... flat... today. Are you feeling all right?]

Thanks.



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[turian-events.livejournal.com]

[He blows out a breath -- looking a little surprised with it makes his lips move around. That's... new.]

I'd appreciate that. I can't even fit into my old shirt, let alone the pants.

[Seeing that look, though, he can feel his face heating up again. Humans don't usually do this -- he doesn't think, anyway. He keeps his hands on his face, in hopes of making it less obvious.]

I'm wearing a bedsheet in front of the person I respect the most in the galaxy, Shepard, I have plenty to be embarrassed about.

[Of course, he doesn't comment on the "uglier than you" part. That's obviously not true.]

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[xenoshepherd.livejournal.com]

[She's got bigger things on her mind than fluffing up his sense of vanity and ripping him a new one for thinking she'd bend the truth to suit his ego. Switching the bulk of her weight to one leg, Shepard lifts both brows. Paragon of dubiousness.]

That's it? Garrus, trust me on this. You don't have anything I haven't seen before. Human men are all pretty much built the same.

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[turian-events.livejournal.com]

... Except the scars, huh?

[That may or may not be a big part of the problem. It figures, those carry over, but not scales. Or something useful. And he's not wearing pants.]

I... just wanted to know if you had anything I could put on.

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[xenoshepherd.livejournal.com]

Your scars just give your face more character. Stop worrying.

[Shepard ducks out of his doorway, leaning against the outer wall.]

Now, do you wanna come with, or do you want to stay holed up in your cell?

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[turian-events.livejournal.com]

... Yeah. I know, it's stupid, I just... what am I supposed to think, here?

[He scrubs his hands across his face, only to stop at his hairline, feeling it out.]

No, I'll come with you.

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[xenoshepherd.livejournal.com]

[Wrong tack for him, she realizes, and switches gears pronto.]

Had a hell of a time digging through a bunch of frivolous oddities, but like I said. Got stuff that might fit.

[They both know where they're going, and Shepard sets a brisk trot, knowing that he isn't too happy about his state of dress. She just hopes he doesn't put up a fight when she holds off-white breeches out for him to examine.]

Presto. Puny human clothes.

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[turian-events.livejournal.com]

Appreciate this...

[He's not going to complain. Not at all. He shifts the bedsheet to one hand, reaching out to take the pants from her with the other.]

They always did look sort of weird.