Steve chuckled, nodding. “I do see. Well, coming from you that is high praise indeed.”
"Vell I praise a lot of people but not.. continually, vous savez ce que je veux dire?" Jas bobs his head back and forth, leaning on the railing a bit more. "Ze people closest to me get constant praise - vous, Joker, Kaidan, you know? I mean, you are my friend.”
He leaned forward as the sporty skycar flew by. “Now that is a beauty. What I wouldn’t do to get my hands on her controls for an afternoon.” Slowly smiling as Shepard spoke, Steve glanced at him. “Shepard, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you were trying to seduce me.”
“Eh bien, vous voyez…” Jas rolled onto his heels, using one hand to keep himself upright. He laughed easily, though, rolling forwards. “You are an admirable man! And I admire admirable people, you know?” He quirked his head a bit, visually ending his sentence.
"I think that after talking with an ancient alien, you’re allowed to feel a little sick. And… yeah. I love this place."
"I can see vhy. OH OH! Look at zat one!" Jas pointed at some sleek, newer model of skycar. Even Leviathan couldn’t damper his spirit!
"Zough! In all ‘onesty, you handled everything quite well, all considering. Two times you crashed, pulled out the energy cells of all things. You are very resourceful." Shepard nodded once, grinning.
Giving a weak smile to the Commander, he joined him in leaning on the railing. “Well, I couldn’t let something bad happen to Shepards ass.” Sighing, he shook his head. “You scared me on that mission, Shepard. I thought we were going to lose you.”
"I thought I vas goink to lose myself! Eet vas like my entire digestive system was tryink to exit through my mouth! …Zat vas gross, I apologize." Jasper laughs, ruffling up his own short hair. Despite his condition, he seems to be in a good mood.
"…Though, I have a feelink zat zis is your favorite spot on ze Citadel, Steve."
“I love this view.”
"Oui, zis was always somezink calming for me." Shepard’s soft voice came over the chatter and the idle thrum of ships passing by. He quietly coughed, probably still recovering from the Desponia mission.
"…Great piloting out zere by ze way, Steve. You really saved our asses." Jasper mustered up a smile, leaning most of his weight on the railing. "My ass, even. All the time. You are like, ze professional saver of Shepard’s ass."
“But I caused so much trouble for you!” Conrad paused, his smile faltering as he looked down at his feet. He took a sharp intake of breath and looked back up to his hero, looking him in the eye. He didn’t catch Jasper’s hand movement, too caught up in the face he had been idolizing for a few years now.
'Better fitting?' His cheeks pinkened a bit at the mention of that oversight and nodded. “To be honest Commanders, I probably would have if I had truly thought on it more, and if my budget had allowed it.” Catching the nod, Conrad tilted his head slightly, not sure what Jasper had been nodding to, though he didn’t get much time to think on it when the memory of the gun in his face had him blushing brighter from embarrassment of his previous actions. ”I learned the lesson you had taught me well, but it wasn’t right away. Is there a way I can make this all up to you Commander? You just have to ask, and I’ll do it!”
"Make eet up to me-?" Jas shook his head, wandering over to a bench. He sat with a quiet grunt, dragging the heels of his shoes along the ground as he let his legs relax. His hand went up his jacket to fix something under his t-shirt. "You don’t ‘ave to make nothink up to me, Conrad." He dropped his hand from his jacket, pushing himself up to sit straight. "Teaching lessons ees vhat I’m supposed to do."
Conrad’s smile grew as his translator did it’s job relaying what the Commander’s words. “That’s right, Commander! It’s me! Oh it’s so great seeing you again! By the way, I’m sorry for how I acted last time we saw each other…”
"…With you impersonating me? Eet vas nothing." Jas took his hand out of his pocket to press into the stitch in his side. He wasn’t really cleared for walking around that day but he’ll be damned if he didn’t get solid, Presidium food ASAP.
"Though, if you got better fittink armor, you would’ve been more convincing." And look better, a little voice nagged in the back of his mind. He shooed it away with a visible nod of his head. “Still, I didn’t vant to point zat gun at you but… teach you a lesson, oui?” He sounded pretty winded by now.
"Christ-." Shep stopped in his tracks and wheeled around on his heels, balanced that way. One of his hands was tucked into his kangaroo pouch. He leaned forwards and tilted his head.
"Mon dieu que c’est un visage familier. Verner?”
“I do hope you actually get that looked at instead of putting it off.” Miranda chastises gently, though she means well. “I wouldn’t want to see my hard work go to waste, Shepard. And that it is, truly. Ask me two years ago where I thought I would be and it would certainly not be here.”
"Doc said it would clear up in a vile, trust me on zis!" Jasper retorted, pointing a finger at her. He then let out another cough and settled back down, crossing his arms. "Vell, I zought of ze possibility zat we would be here someday, but instead of being all sad about my vounds, we would be recounting wonderful stories like good friends." Playfully, he winked, one of his dimples showing in a grin.
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i made sweets too!
cool it comes with a free refill
How would girls feel if it said “Female Tears” ??
FUCKING THANK YOU
Pose troubling philosophy dilemmas in my askbox and my character will give you their take on it.
Or, if they aren’t sure, they’ll give a monologue as they think it through.
[there are at least six more asks about “______ brand biotic amps”
I’m not sure if I know some of the brands :< ]
[ I sent you like, four. ]
[ REASONS. ]