[ Getting back to Heropa even as children wasn't a big deal, a few near-misses aside -- a quick stop at a shop and flashing their IDs meant they didn't have too much trouble getting clothes to fit them. The most inconvenient thing by far, though? Is getting around. Much to Shepard's annoyance, a bike designed for a fully-grown man doesn't operate so well when it's being steered by a child... not that it's stopping him from trying, though.
Which means there's a skinny, pasty-white blonde boy grimly straddling a hoverbike and trying to nudge it along a few inches from ground level, trying to coax it to go higher but the sensors refusing to respond to what is, to its mind, entirely too little weight. After a while, Shepard starts bouncing on the seat in frustration. ]
Come on, you stupid piece of junk--
[ a park somewhere ]
[ Being a child is odd. Shepard remembers being an adult, remembers beating Saren and Sovereign, and essentially flipping the Illusive Man the bird when he walked away from the Collector Base, but right now, there are more pressing things: like discovering he has slight hay fever, and that climbing things is a lot of fun.
It's weird, being in a place with real gravity, and Shepard can't get enough of it, wiping his nose off with little care for hygiene on the sleeve of his hoodie and clambering up trees and playground equipment. It's not entirely pointless fun and games -- observers might note that he carefully checks the time on his watch every time he successfully completes one of his mental circuits, before he does it all over again.
When he's finally too exhausted to keep running around anymore, he's easy to find napping in the shade, soaking up the bright, warm sunlight with little regard for things for mere mortals such as sun protection. He's not alone, though. Taking advantage of its owner's inactivity, a slightly overweight hamster has crawled out of Shepard's pocket and curled up on his stomach. ]
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[ Getting back to Heropa even as children wasn't a big deal, a few near-misses aside -- a quick stop at a shop and flashing their IDs meant they didn't have too much trouble getting clothes to fit them. The most inconvenient thing by far, though? Is getting around. Much to Shepard's annoyance, a bike designed for a fully-grown man doesn't operate so well when it's being steered by a child... not that it's stopping him from trying, though.
Which means there's a skinny, pasty-white blonde boy grimly straddling a hoverbike and trying to nudge it along a few inches from ground level, trying to coax it to go higher but the sensors refusing to respond to what is, to its mind, entirely too little weight. After a while, Shepard starts bouncing on the seat in frustration. ]
Come on, you stupid piece of junk--
[ a park somewhere ]
[ Being a child is odd. Shepard remembers being an adult, remembers beating Saren and Sovereign, and essentially flipping the Illusive Man the bird when he walked away from the Collector Base, but right now, there are more pressing things: like discovering he has slight hay fever, and that climbing things is a lot of fun.
It's weird, being in a place with real gravity, and Shepard can't get enough of it, wiping his nose off with little care for hygiene on the sleeve of his hoodie and clambering up trees and playground equipment. It's not entirely pointless fun and games -- observers might note that he carefully checks the time on his watch every time he successfully completes one of his mental circuits, before he does it all over again.
When he's finally too exhausted to keep running around anymore, he's easy to find napping in the shade, soaking up the bright, warm sunlight with little regard for things for mere mortals such as sun protection. He's not alone, though. Taking advantage of its owner's inactivity, a slightly overweight hamster has crawled out of Shepard's pocket and curled up on his stomach. ]