[Ah, good. This time Corvo doesn't look like death warmed over. Garrus ducks his head as he enters, the instinctual habit a leftover from way too many human-sized doors, and looks around. Ah, bones. Those always lend a... feeling... to a place.]
So you killed someone recently and just decided to decorate with their parts? Adds... charm.
[Garrus grabs a stool and pulls out his blackglass before he's finished teasing.]
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So you killed someone recently and just decided to decorate with their parts? Adds... charm.
[Garrus grabs a stool and pulls out his blackglass before he's finished teasing.]