Shepard: Argh! Damn it! *sucks on bleeding finger.*
Ashley: Cut yourself again?
Shepard: *Pulls finger away to inspect wound* Yeah, damn craft blade slipped.
Ashley: I'll get a band-aid. Just run it under some water or something.
Shepard: Get two. Ow. Fudgeberrys, that hurts.
Ashley: 'Fudge berries'? Really?
Shepard: Trying to cut on the swearing.
Ashley: I understand that, but... 'fudge berries'?
Shepard: ... bite me.
Ashley: Careful, I just might.
Shepard: Oh, ha-ha.
Ashley: Anyway, just how many scars have you got on your hands now?
Shepard: Before or after waking up?
Ashley: After.
Shepard: Too many to count.
Ashley: All gallant war wounds no doubt?
Shepard: Yes, while trying to conquer the treacherous horde of plastic models. Heh. I swear, the first week after I woke up, my hands were covered in cuts. Not because I was fighting but because I was trying to build those damned models! Problem was my fingers weren't working quite right. Felt numb and I couldn't grip anything that well.
Ashley: I don't want to know.
Shepard: What? My muscles were't working properly yet... what did you think I meant?
Ashley: Oh... No, never mind. It's nothing.
Shepard: O.o ... O-kay.... Weirdo.
Ashley: Look who's talking, whack-job.
Modifié par Aurora313, 27 janvier 2012 - 02:54 .