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thisavrou2017-02-03 07:52 pm
tearsinajar) wrote in thisavrou2017-02-03 07:52 pm
Entry tags:
- breaking bad: jesse pinkman,
- dogs bullets & carnage: badou nails,
- dragon age: marian hawke,
- dragon age: varric tethras,
- mass effect: commander shepard,
- overwatch: mei-ling zhou,
- uncharted: elena fisher,
- uncharted: harry flynn,
- uncharted: nathan drake,
- uncharted: nathan drake (crau),
- undertale: chara dreemurr,
- x-men movies: peter maximoff
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I feel like, with everything that's going on, I've lost track of time.
I mean, we've been on a ship for so long, we've gone on a few planet trips, and then there was that whole— [ Elena waves a hand, dismissive. Only because that's a difficult one to process. ] —year thing. Or at least I think it was a year.
Not only that but we've gone and swapped out captains, most of us have survived a ship crash landing or two, and Lord knows what else.
But in all of that— and yes, there's a point to this— how are you supposed to celebrate a birthday when you've barely had any time to sit down and process everything? When you sit down and keep asking yourself, "What day is it?" or "What month are we at?" or better yet— "How old am I again?"
[ Like the song What's my age again? ]
I really doubt this place has a bar with decent male strippers.
[ A tiny pause. She makes a face. Oh god. ]
...what if they're alien male strippers? What am I supposed to do with that?
I mean, we've been on a ship for so long, we've gone on a few planet trips, and then there was that whole— [ Elena waves a hand, dismissive. Only because that's a difficult one to process. ] —year thing. Or at least I think it was a year.
Not only that but we've gone and swapped out captains, most of us have survived a ship crash landing or two, and Lord knows what else.
But in all of that— and yes, there's a point to this— how are you supposed to celebrate a birthday when you've barely had any time to sit down and process everything? When you sit down and keep asking yourself, "What day is it?" or "What month are we at?" or better yet— "How old am I again?"
[ Like the song What's my age again? ]
I really doubt this place has a bar with decent male strippers.
[ A tiny pause. She makes a face. Oh god. ]
...what if they're alien male strippers? What am I supposed to do with that?
no subject
[ One which she doesn't feel she should have to explain, aka the guy who almost got her killed. ]
Oh. That's good. So, like, a significant other?
no subject
[And then. Please... hold, while he tries to process that question. And keep his face from spontaneously bursting into flame.]
I -- We -- No! No! We're friends! Teammates!
[Also she apparently thinks humans are hideous, and there's a metric ton of guilt in regards to her, so uh. There's that.]
no subject
[ Elena holds a hand up, brows lifting at his reaction. ]
Okay okay— sorry. That was too personal of a question. Teammates.
Let's go with teammates.
no subject
Teammates is the truth.