Voice testing @__@

[notromanceable]

Can't fault your taste, Stripes. You've got style, I'll give you that.

A bit more practice, and hey, you might even get it right


[ooc: Please keep spoilers from the last mission to a minimum, if at all possible.]

Comments

[thegreyhound]

"Stripes?" I gotta hear the reasoning behind that one, James.

[All the amusement, Vega.]

[notromanceable]

Eh, it fits. You'd get it if you saw her.

[thegreyhound]

I'll have to take your word for it, then. -Glad to see you out and about, though. Somebody as charming as you should be in good hands with your mun.

[notromanceable]

Ha. Still trying to make me blush, Lola.

[You get a lop-sided smile for your efforts.]

[thegreyhound]

Oh damn, you made me. And no blush to show for it.

[Harmless flirting never... well, hurt. Shep grins back and chuckles weakly.]

[notromanceable]

After taking down a Reaper, I figured you'd be up for anything.

[He crosses his arms, chin tipped up - It's a challenge now.]

[thegreyhound]

[Oh-ho, it's on now, boyo. Challenge accepted.]

Reapers. Plural. Don't play with fire unless you want to get singed, Vega.

[notromanceable]

What can I say - I like it hot.

[Let's do this.]

[thegreyhound]

I bet. Don't think I haven't noticed you working out every time I go down to the shuttle bay. You've been driving Cortez to distraction.

[And he's not the onlyone. She might be hooked up with Alenko, but... yow.]

[notromanceable]

Just maintaining the weapons, Commander. That is still part of my job, isn't it?

[He can't help it if his weapons are distracting.]

[thegreyhound]

What, no "Lola"? And here I thought what we had was special.

[And the tats just make it worse. Bioware, you romance-denying teases.]

[notromanceable]

Oh, it is. I just want to keep it fresh.

[I am convinced Bioware is made up of sadists. The lot of them.]