"Do you remember anything from last night?"
"Why are you in my bed?"
"I'd offer you breakfast, but I think I'm too sore to move."
"So.. Was it good?"
"Who topped?"
"I thought you'd be gone by the time I woke up..."
"I should go."
"This didn't mean anything."
"We shouldn't have done this..."
"Of course I'm freaking out! You're my friend!"
"I'm guessing this was a one time thing?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know how this goes. I'll grab my clothes and get out of here."
"Good morning, hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt.."
"I made you coffee, did you want some Aspirin?"
"This stays between us."
"Congratulations. You actually convinced me to sleep with you."
"Are you sneaking out on me?"
"So, how much for last night?"
"Holy shit! she's on her way over here right now, she/he CANNOT see you!"
"Don't answer it!"
"Do you have any idea how wrong this was?"
"We're cheaters. We're horrible people. Oh god my mother would be so ashamed of me right now."
"..Do you wanna do this again sometime, maybe?"
[[jules is feeling somewhat active, like for a starter]]
Hello lovelies! Modbutt (finally) here with the details of our 1k Follower Giveaway. On behalf of Keeper and modbutt’s self, thank you so much for making N7Positive a success. It warms modbutt’s squishy insides to see all these people who want to put more positivity into the Mass Effect fandom.
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“Life’s not fair!” She growls back, her eyes narrowing in frustration. Taking a deep breath she tries to force herself to relax. It works. Barely. “I know this isn’t the best situation to find yourself in, but it is what it is.”
“…That’s a rather depressing statement…” Already thoughts were going to her own overstocked cabinet plus the others stashed about aboard the ship. “Oh, what was the first thing to come to mind?”
She snorts, her eyes almost rolling out of her head. “You’re telling me. I probably wouldn’t be here demanding help if I had at least a bottle.” Tilting her head to the side, she narrows her eyes at the biotic. “You’re sure you want to know?”
"It’s not fair!"
"I could kill you right now!"
"Knock it off!"
"Screw you!"
"You’re a complete moron!"
"I love this song!"
"Bring that here!"
"I hate you!"
"I’m pissed off!"
"Make me!"
"I wish you’d never been born!"
"I bought ice cream!"
"Kiss my ass!"
"Shut up!"
"I can’t do it anymore!"
"Take me home!"
"Just kiss me already!
"I can't be in love with you!"
"I can't believe this!"
"Piss off!"
"I wish things were that simple!"
"I love you!"
"Jump off a bridge!"
"You’re so hot!"
I want to rp with people on kik & Skype too, because:
a) It is something I can carry with me everywhere
b) I don’t have to format it
c) It’s low pressure and things get dropped all the time
d) It’s fast paced with shorter replies
e) IT JUST FLOWS EASIER OKAY.
Javik shakes his head at her, only a little surprised by the comparison. Telling himself that he should have expected that she would try to find a way to justify it, or turn his own words on him.
“The difference, Commander, is that I am not enraged.”
Her gaze falls to the floor and she lets out a soft growl. “Javik. I’m done playing this game. I know what I want, and it’s head on a plate. If I reget it in the morning, fine, I regret it. But I can’t just let him walk away without doing something.”
She didn’t move, didn’t twitch as the other woman advanced on her, eyes ablaze. Her gaze narrowed and she ‘tch’ed. “I did know. Sacrificed your life for some scrawny-assed pilot. Well done.”
Juliette’s next words struck like a blow and pulled the air from her lungs. She could feel her teeth grinding up the line of her jaw, her nostrils flared as she sucked in a breath. Her mind scrambled over itself to find a response, to find something to throw back that would mast how deeply those words had effected her—only they wouldn’t come.
The Commanders final words shattered what little decorum Diana had left and she turned away before her once-friend could see the pain that spelled itself so clearly over her features. “So be it, Commander.” Her voice trembled and she spat a curse. “Allow me to get out of your way. I’m sure you’ve got more important things to be doing.”
The merc’s comment about Joker leaves her reeling, and it’s only when she turns away that everything explodes inside Juliette. Reaching out, the commander grabs Diana’s shoulder and roughly spins her around. Face drawn in a scowl, she cocks her hand back and throws a punch, snarling in victory when she feels it connect with her old friend’s nose.
Body tense with anger, she stares the killer for hire down, her hands tightening again as though she wants nothing more than to punch her again. “Joker,” she rasps, her voice thick with fury. “Is a better person than you will ever be. And he’s been there through everything."
Don’t hit her again. Don’t hit her again. The mantra repeats over and over in her mind, but the phrase isn’t sinking in. Not really. "You don’t get to make comments about my pilot. Not when you’re not there to see what a fucking friend looks like. Not when you’re not there when you should be.”
Kai set her datapad aside, head tipped as she regarded her friend. She hadn’t seen that smile before—bittersweet was the closest word she could use to describe it.
A soft snort escaped her and she settled her hands in her lap as she leaned forward, elbows braced on her knees. “Oh really? Any good ones that stuck with you?”
Her smile turns from painful to amused in the space of a heartbeat. “There were several.” She replies, leaning back and closing her book. Slowly, she sets the book aside, her fingers running over it’s spine lovingly. “It was the only time he could ever bother to be imaginative.”
Eyes dropping down to the floor she tries to pick her favourite of the bunch, though that’s harder than she first thought. “I think the one I loved best was when he started swearing in German. It was easier to pick out what the swear words meant. Ficken was his favourite. Though the one I often used was arschloch.”
“You’re lacking the necessary calm, and likely at a lack for sleep. You cannot focus properly like this.” Javik’s expression relaxes slightly, “After what had happened, I can understand why you are, but it will help nothing if you attempt to act while you are angered to this extent.”
His common sense is driving her mad, even though she can see he’s obviously right. Taking a deep breath, she decides to throw it all back at him. “And aren’t you the one whose always so eagerly following after me in battle? Ready to spill blood for revenge? How is that any different from this?”
“I’m not some pet, but I will in fact raid your liquor cabinet just for that remark.” But, now she’s got a mock surprised look on her face. “Huh, ‘fun’? That’s new.”
“If you can find anything in m liquor cabinet you’re welcome to it.” She replies with a raised eyebrow. “And to be honest fun wasn’t the first thing that came to mind.”
The red biotics seem to glow brighter with each passing second. “Why settle on just one method when you have multiple ones you can choose from? It’s always delightful to do that now isn’t it?”
She’s nearly purring with delight. This is someone she could get used to. “I think I might keep you around after all of this. You seem like… fun.”
Javik allows a glare to settle onto his features, but he does his best to refrain from losing his temper.
“Commander, now isn’t the time.”
“And why not?” She growls, trying to stop herself from pushing past him, punching him or both.
A grin slowly forms. “Torfan. Look it up. And I can do it bare-handed or with biotics. I’m happy using either one.”
Her smile turns deadly as she crosses her arms over her chest. “I’ll admit. It’s an impressive resume. Alright you’re in. And to be nice I’ll let you pick the method.”