<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cc/d3/eb/ccd3eb851ec1e8945ab9e1e139a25276.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Florinthia 'Flo' Legiticus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779216#msg15779216)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Turian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Biotic Weapon and Requisition Officer<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 24th, 2174 CE, Evening<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING: </span></strong>Basic-ass Combat Outfit<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Bottom Deck Cargo Bay<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Christmas Eve Date<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Malcolm Thomas<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Flo took the package, shaking it instinctively and bringing it up to her nose to sniff. Turians as a species weren't exactly big on exchanging gifts, so the moment caught her a little off guard with how casual he made it seem. “<strong>None of what you said makes any sense to me...</strong>” She said, brow cocked in curiosity. Eventually though, she delicately undid the string and pulled the brown paper apart. His gift caused her to blink at the box, but when she opened it she couldn't stop a smile from spreading on her lips. The colours caught on her eyes as light refracted in the glass.<br/><br/>After his comment, her momentary stunning was shaken away and replaced by her 'cool' face. She took a moment to almost put the pendant on, before deciding it might be a little awkward to get over her crown. Instead, she wrapped the chain a couple of times around her wrist, letting the pendant dangle a few inches off of her arm and against the base of her palm. “<strong>It's sweet...</strong>” She paused briefly, before continuing as if she hadn't. “<strong>...I also appreciate the utilitarian choices made in making it. Very good use of resources.</strong>” She laughed a little, like it was some private joke between them. Seeing him set his sights on the targets, she felt a little bit of warmth on her face as he complimented her work. She was glad she didn't blush much as a Turian.  Truth be told, this was all something silly she'd done for herself as much as him, but it was always good to be appreciated, especially for something other than her job of murder and bureaucracy.<br/><br/>“<strong>Glad you like 'em. Now lets shoot holes in them.</strong>” She said, nudging her shoulder playfully against him as she straddled up next to him. She took a wide and low stance as she withdrew her pistol from its hip holster, seemingly a little uncomfortable with the weight for a moment as she got used to it again. Once she was happy with the weight though, she lifted it with practiced grace. She was...no novice, at least. “<strong>You shoot first, I'll try and match your score. I've got spares of all the targets, so go nuts. 10 points if you 'killshot' in one, 5 points in two, 2 points in three. We'll each judge the other. Sound good?</strong>” She then decided to tease the boy-scout, casually reaching behind him and smacking his rump with her hand. She could tell there was a bit of a crush developing on his end, and she wasn't in the mood to discourage it. She found it flattering, and was still flipping a coin on giving into it herself.