you’ll find her in the hospital’s gift shop,   gathering every bit of blasto memorabilia there is only to shove it into the bags she’s fastened to the sides of her wheelchair.   this is most probably the worst time she’s misused her spectre status:   she won’t rest until every bit of it is destroyed.   with the reapers defeated,   this is her NEW GOAL in life.   she thinks she’ll throw it out the airlock.   it sounds like a good plan.

yes

are you making destroy ending jokes at me, boy

                a displeased grumble sounds from noma’s lips as his hands cup her face,   though she finds her shoulders instantly slumping in defeat.   it’s been a bad day  (  when has it not,   these days?  )  but she hadn’t realised how much she needed a gentle touch.   ‘   i’ll do it.   fuck the council.   i’ll shove blasto memorabilia up their asses,   and i’ll make sure i save the biggest one for sparatus.   ’

              ‘   no sleep until every item of blasto memorabilia is destroyed.   fuck the reapers,   destroy blasto.   ’   she’s had a little too much to drink and definitely not enough sleep,   but fuck,   her hatred for that fucking hanar still lives.

i literally have no idea how to answer this, mate

* group verse starter call from your gal noma shepard. may or may not include angst, idk someone make my girl smile please

                   ‘   so i might drop out of college,   ’   noma announces,   clearing her throat,   forearms resting against her thighs as she leans forwards,   seated.   ‘   it’s...   not for me.   might come here full time for a year in the hope that i get claimed before i join the marines.   if not,   well...   i dunno what i can do,   honestly.   maybe i’m a disappointment to both my parents.   ha.   ’   she huffs,   tilting the bottle in her hands as she takes another drink.   good to know people at camp still have their ways of sneaking in the FORBIDDEN FRUIT,    anyway.