Since it is February I must ask, how are you and the BF doing?

     EVER SINCE THAT DAMNED WAR KICKED OFF BACK ON PALAVEN, he’d been in the mood for breaking some scummy necks. He couldn’t be like that anymore, he had responsibilities, and a promise to keep. Cracking a few skulls wasn’t going to save his dad or sister worth a damn, but maybe knocking them on their asses would make him feel better.

         “The way I see it, you have one way out of this with your ribs intact,” just a friendly warning he issued to a pack of men clearly looking to ruin someone’s day, “and it’s backing off and SHUTTING UP– in any order.”

     They just had to pick the pissed off turian decked out in armour, huh? Maybe they thought their numbers were worth something, and, well, maybe they might be. Not like they could do much worse to him with their knives than a rocket to the face, and he planned on taking most, if not all of the bastards down with him.

     When their boss scoffed and responded to his diplomacy with a threat, Garrus Vakarian took a moment to observe every sneering face that had him boxed in, before he answered accordingly– by slamming his head into the other’s. He could feel the cartilage crunch beneath his brow, and while the blood gushed out of his nose, the rest rushed him.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Allura!

You will be housed in CONDO 432.

You will retain the ability to shape shift five times daily for five minutes each use and will receive a toy whip. You will also receive a small model of the blue lion that looks like a figurine.

Dropped for you!

But he can’t think of a dignified way to leave his room without crawling around on the floor, and that’s not at all how he’d like to meet new people he’s going to have to see a lot.  Not when he can’t communicate verbally and doesn’t have anything to write with at the moment.  Ordinarily, Lothric would jump at the chance to offer his miracle to help Lorian move or to help navigate a conversation.  But right now, it would be cruel to disturb him.  He’s had a horrible scare just coming here.  A lot of the coherent thoughts Lorian can pick up across their soul connection involve fear or certainty of death.

Lorian tiredly walks himself through some consequences of doing nothing - roommate finds feathers, roommate follows feathers to their door, roommate knocks on the door, Lorian can’t answer, roommate doesn’t understand, roommate gets worried about strange people in their house, everything gets off to a bad start.  Lorian sighs, gets off the bed, and (rather against Lothric’s wishes) goes over to open the door by a generous few inches.  When someone knocks, he can knock on the wall, and it won’t feel so much like an intrusion for them to push the door the rest of the way open.

He picks up the cell phone (what in the world is it?) and sits on the bed and investigates it, for something to do.  He could use a distraction.  It’s been a long day.