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“Well, when you put it like that…” He had to admit the Commander had a valid point. If she ever tried to headbutt anyone knowing they were good friends, people would wonder how he let her live on like that. But he knew she was toying with his better side, in the end he knew that he would end up teaching Shepard how to headbutt properly whether or not he wanted to. “Trying to butter me up huh? Alright Shepard, I’ll teach you. So if the time comes, many will fear the force of your headbutt.”
The conversation had thus far been fairly lighthearted, but it did remind her of the trouble she and her brother used to get into growing up in London, and she felt suddently heartsick with nostalgia. “You know, when my brother and I were like sixteen, we got these counterfeit IDs and got into some dive in the city with some mates,” She thought it best not to mention those mates had been fellow gang members, though that particular detail wasn’t especially relevant to the telling of the story. “And of course Caleb and his friend Tel get completely pissed and start a fight with these Russians at a table minding their own business…” She trailed off, remembering how badly it had gone. “Yeah, I think we’re probably still banned. Could have used a good headbutt back then.” She gave her friend a wry smile.
tagged as: #wrexofurdnot #50 thousand years later