....Agh...Damn it-!....Legs....
-He slowly gets up, clutching the Ball, when he looks up and notices Erin-
..........
-He immediately tries brushing it off even harder, puffing out his chest and throwing his head back-
...H-...HAH hah! Scrapes, mere scrapes! Nay, less than scrapes! Not a scratch on my Demonic Armour!
-Hey, 'roo, there's a turian looking at you-
-Tilting her head, contemplating something-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?That is what Hal says. He cries a lot when he thinks I can't hear him.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?I believe you.
-She steps over-
I'm Maeva Tabris.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-She smiled too, which took on the general look of her holding her jaw open and widening her mandibles to expose her razor teeth on the sides of her maw-
You must be proud to make the First Contact.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Pygma is standing, or rather, looming over the roof's edge-
-his robes billow slightly in the wind-
-Chester meanwhile, pours a cup of tea from a teapot-
-sitting down in the kitchen, as he plays with the steam coming off of the hot cup of tea a little with his fingers, forming a cloud of steam that surrounds his hand-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

-Erin-
-Erin.-
-There is a fuckin-
-There's a goofy purple knight making a beeline for the room-
-He's got a fuckin spherical thing in his underarm like a goddamn football player-