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"Sounds good. Tossing!" He threw a grenade overhead.

Slips his hand into hers. <3

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//oh my GOD-- MA'AM

"Well, you outrank me, so.. I'll do whatever plan you've got. Though, I am partial to the first."

"A..." He blinks. "Prothean? Better not bring that Prothean to the Citadel, you'd be surrounded by news crews at block. That is interesting, though! A real Prothean.."

"I did offer, and I don't think it'd matter much if I'm separated from them if I die." He offered her the grenades.

"Give or take 6. Wanna take three?"

Is that where the sound is coming from...? He sometimes came up here too, when he was on shore leave. He's poking his head around the corner, looking at her.

"Bit short on ideas admittedly, buuut, I do have lots of grenades.."

"Need help?"

"Didn't think much about that last part, admittedly." He said, leaning against a nearby crate. "Didn't think I'd live in such... interesting times. How is Shepard, by the way?"

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"More of the second, but history is pretty interesting sometimes. And yeah, I bet a lot of it was.. especially the Rachni being back. Ugh." He shudders. "I've fought a lot of things in my time in the military, I'd rather fight a pissed off Krogan or five than a single Rachni."

Yeah.

"Aetin has no right being that pretty.."

"Okay. You are probably the only "qualified" person here who can touch the ball." He sighs, pressing his fingers into the bridge of his nose. "I've already had to discourage the curious."

Doesn't seem like he has much of a choice..

Just.. don't.

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DON'T TOUCH IT.

DO NOT THE PROTHEAN BALL

"Yeah, but I'll figure something out. I always do."

2186?

What the hell was THAT. Who the hell is she, WHAT IS GOING ON!?

"Mmm.. this is way better."

As if he'd ever NOT take that chance. He is happily entering her arms. <3

That sounds absolutely wonderful.

He hates the cold.

"Oh...?"

"Yeah.." He chuckled, leaning his face down gently to kiss at her hair.

He snuggles up to her a bit more. "For now, anyway..."

"Really? Though I guess you can't really feel my plating, I have clothes on." He chuckled.

"You're comfy." He said, snuggling up to her.

He happily hummed to himself as he rests his chin on the top of her head.

"Awh. Same." He wrapped an arm around the Spartan's waist, bringing her closer to himself.

"I suppose that's up to you. I.. kinda ruined the dinner date idea, admittedly."

"Bit quieter than a diner, yeah.." He looked over at her, and flashed a toothy grin back.

He went and sat next to her, sighing happily.

He led her to his apartment. It was pretty.. well, spartan, for lack of a better term, but there was a comfy looking couch!

"Sure!" He got up from the booth.