( shepard is a bad dancer. she knows this -- her crew never quite lets her forget, every dancefloor on the citadel, or aria's omega. but. here's the thing. shepard -- doesn't care. she might be stuck in an oversized hamster onesie, with a couple of drinks contentedly thrumming in her veins to the sway of the music, and she might be naturally disinclined towards dancing, but she does it anyway, shaking a tail feather.
point and laugh, or join in the shepard shuffle? your choice! )
TWO.
( winding down a bit, shepard finds a comfortable seat and an even more comforting drink and relaxes, enjoying the crowd and whoever might be around to converse with. she's friendly enough, and seems like she has a fair share of stories to tell, equally as eager to sit back and listen.
if you aren't paying attention, you might be surprised to see her hands suddenly occupied with snacks. if you are paying attention, you'll see her reach into the zippered front of her onesie and pull out -- you know, the works. chips, candy bars. the candy corn things everyone pretends to hate. any questioning glances are met with one of her own, before she offers whatever she happens to be munching on gladly, tilting her head. )
COMMANDER SHEPARD. ▎ota.
( shepard is a bad dancer. she knows this -- her crew never quite lets her forget, every dancefloor on the citadel, or aria's omega. but. here's the thing. shepard -- doesn't care. she might be stuck in an oversized hamster onesie, with a couple of drinks contentedly thrumming in her veins to the sway of the music, and she might be naturally disinclined towards dancing, but she does it anyway, shaking a tail feather.
point and laugh, or join in the shepard shuffle? your choice! )
TWO.
( winding down a bit, shepard finds a comfortable seat and an even more comforting drink and relaxes, enjoying the crowd and whoever might be around to converse with. she's friendly enough, and seems like she has a fair share of stories to tell, equally as eager to sit back and listen.
if you aren't paying attention, you might be surprised to see her hands suddenly occupied with snacks. if you are paying attention, you'll see her reach into the zippered front of her onesie and pull out -- you know, the works. chips, candy bars. the candy corn things everyone pretends to hate. any questioning glances are met with one of her own, before she offers whatever she happens to be munching on gladly, tilting her head. )
Want some?
THREE.
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