WHO: Garrus & Anyone
WHERE: Network: Libra
WHEN: Early June, Early Morning
WHAT: p a r t yWARNINGS:[The camera clicks on to Garrus in his angel shape - this, because there is a stupid amount of energy drinks on the table, the Earth kind. There are also tools. So many tools - electronic and otherwise. What looks like a dissected drone, or several different drones, appears to be his project at the moment. The eyes along his collar look irritated, but the reason is not immediately obvious.]
[A tiny paw pops on screen.]
[It swats a screw off the tabletop.]
[Then another.]
[As one, all of Garrus' eyes twitch.]
Paaaaaarty. Party party party.
So. How
exactly. Does someone get rid of these pests again?
[There goes another screw - another hiss of party. And despite all the feathering on his face, Garrus' teeth show. He takes a visibly deep breath.]I
thought if I stayed
awake and got some work done, it would shut up. But no. Now it's just messing around with my gear. I've lost
seven different screws and it's almost chewed through some wiring.
I need it gone.