He takes a seat as she suggests. A hint of intrigue sparks in his gaze and his brow furrows at what sounds like playful jab at his character. โClingy?โ He folds his arms.
โCare to explain how monitoring my teamโs wellbeing qualifies as that?โ
His act of nonchalance is in vain. The notion that he even attempts to give off such an impression only adds to her amusement.
โAh, the clingy type,โ she teases, a grin in her voice and upon her lips. โYouโre welcome to take a seat. I have some time.โ
In an attempt to appear relaxed, Shepard crosses his arms and leans against the wall. Seemingly unconcerned, he shrugs.
โI like to check in on my teammates, old habit.โ
A single, perfectly shaped brow arches upward. The corner of her mouth twitches, betraying the faintest hint of amusement.
She studies him, elegantly sipping at her coffee once more.
โDid you need something?โ
We have noticed the crew often remind Shepard-Commander of the time they fell through the fishtank feature previously found in the restaurant titled โRyuuseiโ.
Perhaps this is a form of humiliation?
Iโve yet to find a suitable replacement for Ryuusei. If only my favorite sushi place hadnโt been unceremoniously shut down.
Itโs a shame, really.