𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗧𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗿

“My toothbrush is a Cision Pro Mark 4. It uses tiny mass effect fields to break up plaque and massage the gums. It cost 6,000 credits.” Samantha Traynor, Normandy’s Comm Specialist -Literate -Crack/Serious -Mun and Muse are 18+ -Non-Lewd #MassEffectRP #MERP

Oh lord.

But unprofessional, sir.

Oh! No, no. My apologies, commander.

Oh lord. This was supposed to be an inside thought.

Load me up, baby. Load me up.

[ The comms specialist steps away from the screen and heads toward the elevator with EDI, her cheeks warming. ] How’s the cockpit?

I’d love to. There is nothing I’d want more. [ She quickly finishes what she’s working on and logs off for the day. ] Crew quarters?

Oh, no! No, you are always a pleasure to be around, EDI. You aren’t interrupting anything. I was just thinking out loud…

Uh-y-yes. I thought you’d be at the cockpit.

EDI?!

I couldn’t tell you.

Oh, so many credits…

Oh! Miranda! I didn’t know you were listening.

[ She mutters under her breath. ] I can see why Miranda has problems with her…

[ Through a gritted smile. ] Of course.

Actually, someone tell Shepard, too. Not me, because of the same reasons.

This list is longer than I anticipated. I hope the Alliance Credit Chit can afford it…

Oh I’m sure. Biotics burn a lot of energy, it’s just… the *whole* fridge is empty aside from what’s left that isn’t food?