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@gothamire : making demands .

" i'm  okay ,   please  i'm -   i'm  alright ! "         the  spit  of  his  frustration  would  sit  with  him  for  a  while  once  the  adrenaline  had  settled  enough  for  him  to  remember  it .     he  understands  why  she  handles  him  with  the  force  she  does ,    urgency  makes  for  messy  hands ,    and  bob  staggers  side  to  side  with  the  push  and  pull  of  her  effort ;    perhaps  one  small  part  of  that  stems  from  the  dizziness  she  anticipates  and  he  refuses  to  acknowledge .   it'll  pass .

the turian remains in the shadows of omega, face partially obscured in darkness, as the stranger approaches his tucked-away corner of the mining station. he's heard a few whispers about ex-mercenaries and their intel, their eagerness to supply information to archangel and his squad, and this appears to be a confirmation of said rumors — a lone figure, also bathed in a unique sort of darkness, takes tentative steps towards his armored form in hopes of... what? conversation? maybe they can broker a deal, make amends, work something out that benefits all parties involved. anything to save lives on omega, garrus thinks. anything to do right by the good people here, the burdened and broken. this is the only place in the galaxy where action actually works — and if this human woman comes to the table with beneficial cards to play, he's ready to hear her out.

garrus stares and studies the woman as she draws near. there's an air about her that stands out, that causes a ringing in his head and a fog behind his eyes. something tightens at the back of his throat in response to her gaze — she is undeniably powerful, and maintains a confident air that could send even the strongest mercenary to their knees. suddenly there is a lot riding on this conversation. suddenly, garrus forgets what words to use.

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@gothamire said: " i'm just dealing with some things, and obviously not very well. " for aiden / prompt.

diamante's is the last place he'd expect to find himself. it's just not his scene. no offence intended, he simply prefers to be atop the roof breathing in the fresh air. spaces like this make him feel suffocated, not that he suffers from claustrophobia. he just prefers open spaces. tight ones like this make it more difficult to run away from himself. fingers tap impatiently at the table as he waits for his informant to arrive. someone with information on waltz. potentially on mia.

tongue sweeps out to wet his lips and he feels the lingering gazes on him. people watching him. nobody likes pilgrims. the rumour is that they must be the worst of the worst to favour living such a life, working for those that they do. he's smug. like these people are any better, with their dirty laundry and skeletons hiding in their closets.

from his right, a woman approaches. a waitress. she slams his drink down on the table, clearly stuck in her own head. the drink spills and drips off the edge onto his knee. " woaaaah! " aiden blurts, swiping the liquid from his leg and looking to the waitress. he rises to his feet, trying to meet his gaze.

@gothamire : companion .

the  longer  he  watches  her  the  deeper  his  frown  becomes ,    lines  of  discontent  knit  at  his  brow  and  parts  lips  that  are  as  of  yet  incapable  of  anything  more  than  a  scoff .    fists  press  into  the  couch  cushion  he'd  occupied  for  a  good  hour ,    maybe  two ,   to  straighten  his  back ,    squares  shoulders  like  it'd  do  something  to  clear  the  jumble  that  filled  every  available  nook  in  his  mind .

" it's  not  a  lie  though . "        he  mumbles ,   quiet  words  lost  in  his  downward  gaze —   all  attempts  to  meet  her  expectant  gaze  is  repelled  by  a  force  unseen ,    a  jolt  of  fright  wrings  his  heart  between  its  hands  when  he  considers  trying  again .

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐒   𝐀𝐑𝐄   𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐗   𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐇   𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐒,   capable   of   stalking   their   prey   in   wait   of   the   prime   opportunity   to   pounce.   It's   what   brought   her   to   the   neon   and   glitter   soaked   Diamante,   a   fat   wad   of   hundreds   being   pressed   into   a   waitress'   hand   with   a   wink.   ❛❛   Do   you   mind   makin'   sure   that   the   ugly   bastard   at   the   corner   booth   is   gettin'   triples   all   night,   baby?   Keep   any   extra   for   yourself.   ❜❜

@gothamire : daredevil prompts .

" why  do  you  think  i  want  that  .  .  ? "        a  breath  is  all  he's  capable  of .   lips  rub  over  one  another  with  the  grinding  of  his  teeth ,    jaw  moves  side  to  side  as  he's  cast  into  a  swarm  of  overthinking  and  self  depreciation .     you're  an  idiot ,   bobby ,   look  what  you've  done .    what  had  bob  said  that  would  make  her  think  he  wanted  her  to  leave ?     had  his  tone  been  too  sharp ?   he  knew  his  mouth  could  run  at  speed  sometimes ,    it'd  often  take  him  a  minute  to  realise  what  he'd  said  in  the  heat  of  the  moment ,   but  bob  was  certain  he'd  not  unintentionally  said  anything  unpleasant  out  of  spite .    all  he  knew  was  his  mood .    there  was  no  reason  for  it  to  be  as  poor  as  it  had  been  today  but  it'd  still  cast  its  shadow  on  his  social  skills ,   lax  as  they  were  already .    it  must  have  been  his  tone ,   it  had  to  be .

“ i've been criticized so much, i got an upset stomach. ”