"...This is probably one of the more amusing things I've ever come across walking in here, Shepard," Garrus mused, having stepped inside and stopped to watch what the other was doing. His mandibles twitched into a grin as he crossed his arms, amusement all over his face as he tilted his head slightly.
She would have given Garrus a look, but she was still flailing with the net in an attempt to corral the dead fish. How could the damned thing be difficult even in death?
"Must have looked at them wrong again. I swear I've been feeding them," she said dryly. "It's that or the screaming Husk alarm is pitched at a fish killing frequency."
Garrus can't help but chuckle, finally making his way over to where the commander is and reaching up to steady her a bit.
"Might be. I'm not sure why you took that thing anyway, it's kind of--" He glanced back at her desk, eyeing the thing almost warily. "--...terrifying in a way. Wasn't James the one that wanted it anyway?"
Gaze settling on Shepard again, Garrus slid his arm around her waist slightly--though the angle was odd--leaning his shoulder against the tank.
"You should hide it in his quarters. Make him squirm some."
"You know, I gave it to him initially," she said with a laugh, quietly appreciative of the support, considering this damned fish was totally getting the last laugh. "He said it kept trying to bite him. All I get is a scream when someone's at the door...or when it spots the damn hamster. I've had to position it so it' not withing line of sight to the cage. Oh--got it!"
Dead fish mission a success.
...except that right when she was lifting it out, one of the larger eels swooped in and ate the damned thing. Shepard froze, glowering at it. Really?
"I give up. I don't get to the fish, they die. I get to the fish, they die. And then I try to clean them up...and they get eaten."
"Maybe it just found James to be particularly appetizing. I suppose even Husks can have preferences," Garrus mused in a mock thoughtful sort of manner, grinning a bit before he glanced into the tank as Shepard announced that she'd grabbed the fish.
"Congra--"
He's cut off mid sentence as the eel swoops in to snack on the dead creature, staring for a long moment even as Shepard starts to rant a bit..
Shepard pilled her hand out, hung the net up, and leaned her forehead against the cool glass before she, too, started to laugh. The eels hadn't ever really given a shit about dead fish before, so she was almost certain the tank's occupants were mocking her.
Eventually, she eased herself down the stool, still laughing enough that she had to lean into Garrus.
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"Having some troubles with the fish again?"
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"Must have looked at them wrong again. I swear I've been feeding them," she said dryly. "It's that or the screaming Husk alarm is pitched at a fish killing frequency."
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"Might be. I'm not sure why you took that thing anyway, it's kind of--" He glanced back at her desk, eyeing the thing almost warily. "--...terrifying in a way. Wasn't James the one that wanted it anyway?"
Gaze settling on Shepard again, Garrus slid his arm around her waist slightly--though the angle was odd--leaning his shoulder against the tank.
"You should hide it in his quarters. Make him squirm some."
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Dead fish mission a success.
...except that right when she was lifting it out, one of the larger eels swooped in and ate the damned thing. Shepard froze, glowering at it. Really?
"I give up. I don't get to the fish, they die. I get to the fish, they die. And then I try to clean them up...and they get eaten."
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"Congra--"
He's cut off mid sentence as the eel swoops in to snack on the dead creature, staring for a long moment even as Shepard starts to rant a bit..
And then comes the laughter.
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Eventually, she eased herself down the stool, still laughing enough that she had to lean into Garrus.
"Rude eels," she finally got out.