Written

[thearchangel]

Staff:

Turians don't like the cold. Did I ever mention that?

[Garrus has terrible handwriting. But there it is. He'll be in front of the fire, hating the world and indulging in a brief moment of sulking before picking back up again.]

Comments

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[turian_honor.livejournal.com]

What are you, drunk?

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[idkmybffjoe.livejournal.com]

Better drunk than freezin', pa always said. Fockin' arsehole but he got that right.

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[turian_honor.livejournal.com]

Spontaneous snowstorms happen a lot where you're from?

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[idkmybffjoe.livejournal.com]

Doesn't have to be snowin' to be colder'n nun box.

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[turian_honor.livejournal.com]

Colder... than what?

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[idkmybffjoe.livejournal.com]

[Crude doodle of a nun. Then on the same page a nun with her skirts lifted and a big hairy vagina glaring at Garrus from the paper.]

[Audio]

[turian_honor.livejournal.com]

. . .





[Please hold.]





Something's wrong with you.

[Audio]

[idkmybffjoe.livejournal.com]

Was the piece givin' ye stink-eye too much, then?

[Audio]

[turian_honor.livejournal.com]

This entire conversation is getting to that point.

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[idkmybffjoe.livejournal.com]

I won't be sharin' what I've been drinkin', attitude like that. 'Course, more for me an' all.

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[turian_honor.livejournal.com]

I couldn't drink it anyway.

[Technically, he could, but explaining that isn't going to go anywhere.]