[ juno makes a noise when shepard thumps him on the back, something halfway between a grunt and a forced laugh as he watches her clear off a table for the both of them. there's regret sitting somewhere in the pit of his stomach, but it's so far underneath the determination to not wear that goddamn costume and juno's general stubbornness that he slips right off the bar and makes his way over, pulling up a seat. ]

I'd say the only crime here is you wearing the skin of that poor, deflated-looking hamster like a goddamn trophy.

[ juno flexes his fingers a little bit and

awfuck this is gonna be bad, shepard's shredded.

but he takes her hand anyways, eyes set firmly. ]

Anyways, the only pictures you're gonna have are of the charred remains of that damn suit. Maybe you can toast some marshmallows or something over it to cheer yourself up.