Garrus Vakarian (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thearchangel) wrote2012-03-24 02:03 am
thearchangel) wrote2012-03-24 02:03 am
17 - Action
[Despite the irritation in his last entry, the local vigilante has taken it upon himself to try out the damn rifle anyway. It might not work as he wants it to, but he'll take potshots over losing his edge.]
[Which is why he's standing at the edge of the green, taking careful aim, and firing into one of the topiary shrubs. He's aiming for the central trunk, to avoid grazing the thing and hitting someone walking along behind it.]
[... between the sharp cracks of rifle fire, his head bobs in a rhythm. Almost like...]
[Okay, yes. Garrus has his music on.]
[And if you watch him long enough, he might even attempt some semblance of dancing.]
[Which is why he's standing at the edge of the green, taking careful aim, and firing into one of the topiary shrubs. He's aiming for the central trunk, to avoid grazing the thing and hitting someone walking along behind it.]
[... between the sharp cracks of rifle fire, his head bobs in a rhythm. Almost like...]
[Okay, yes. Garrus has his music on.]
[And if you watch him long enough, he might even attempt some semblance of dancing.]
[action]
It'd probably be better if these were actual targets.
[action]
[Biting the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing, Shepard just chillaxes until he parses the implications and the things he's been doing with those turian hips.]
[action]
[No, he still hasn't figured it out. He probably won't until he turns the music back on again.]
[action]
A strangled noise that isn't quite a laugh, but isn't quite a commiserating agreement regarding his skill with a rifle, comes from the place Shepard reclines in. But if Garrus turns around to check, all he'll see is her laid out, eyes shut, and smiling.]
Nahhh. You don't have to impress me.
[action]
[He just sort of stares at her, blinking.]
... You all right, there?