SLUMBER PARTY

[theskyenceguy]

[Turns out Ema doesn't know what to do with a freaked out kid. As a result, Jaime and Ema can be found snoozing in the Lawyertarium, surrounded by tubs of hair gel, cuddling Mister Hat, and possibly wearing cravats.]

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[dont_ingest]

[It is dawn, that special time of day when the sun peeks over the horizon, punctuated by the warbling of birds ... and gunfire.]

[reach_within]

[immediately jolting awake and crabwalking a few steps backwards]

What the hell?!

[theskyenceguy]

[not quite waking up]

S'just Garrus.

[dont_ingest]

[outside]

-SCOPED

AND

DROPPED!

[reach_within]

[both hands go up against his head]

What's even going on?! He's-- what do you mean, he's shooting?!

[theskyenceguy]

He likes to get rid of all the zombies that show up during the night.

[reach_within]

[please hold, in discussion with alien bug]

Can you quit saying that about everything?!

[dont_ingest]

[there are a few more gunshots, and a minute later, a knock at the door]

Detective?

[reach_within]

[there's a minute, before he lowers one of his hands]

Uh. Are you going to... answer that?

[theskyenceguy]

[rolling away from the door]

No. Sleeping.

[reach_within]

It's your door!

[theskyenceguy]

Nope.

[reach_within]

[squeezes his eyes shut for a few minutes, then opens them and tears off the stupid cravat]

[theskyenceguy]

[definitely asleep again]

[reach_within]

[slowly getting up of the floor]

Look, I know what a gun does, okay? Just... don't do anything weird. Please.

[reach_within]

[aaaand opening the door]

[and promptly shutting it again]