Can I Keep Him? 2/?
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January 31 2013, 13:32:04 UTC
“Aw, come on, buddy, you’re friendly, aren’t you?” The turian kept his ice blue eyes on her, watching for any sign that she would start yelling, probably. He looked like he’d been abused.
“He was definitely someone’s pet, though, Tali. Look at him.” The turian reached Shep now and started nuzzling her hand, looking back up at her face in between each head-bump to confirm her continuing good mood.
“Take it to a shelter,” Tali advised.
Shep sighed. Tali was probably right … Shep knew from experience she couldn’t even keep fish alive. It would be a disservice to the animal to take it home if she couldn’t take care of it. She unbuckled her belt, and the turian cringed back.
“No, no, buddy, I’m not going to hit you. I just need a leash to safely walk you. It’s okay. Come on, come smell it. It’s not dangerous.” She held the belt out, waiting while he smelled it to assure himself it was not a threat. Once he seemed comfortable, she slipped it around his neck. He stiffened, but didn’t fight it.
“He’s going to pull, the belt will choke, and you are going to end up mauled. When you wake up in the hospital, I am going to be laughing at you, still.”
“Don’t be so melodramatic. He knows how to walk on a leash. Don’t you, boy?” She gave a light tug and the turian moved, sticking close to her side, which was all the jury-rigged “leash” would allow.
Shep led him out of the alley, making soothing noises the whole time. Tali was busy on her omni-tool.
“Whatcha doin’, Tali?”
“Finding a shelter for that monster. You cannot keep him, he’s bigger than you are.”
The turian flicked his mandibles at that, and Shep reassured him. “Oh, no you’re not a monster. Oh, no you’re not! Oh, no you’re not!” She let her hand drop to his crest, nearly at her own head height even though he was still crouched. She started scratching him under the crest and he made a light keening sound.
“You have got to be kidding me,” Tali said. “It’s still intact. Do you have any idea how much noise an intact turian can make? You’re definitely not keeping it. Let’s go.” Tali grabbed her grocery bags again and started walking briskly away. “We are getting it to a shelter now.”
Shep sighed and reached for her own groceries, but the turian grabbed them first, flinching away from her as if she might hit him for it.
“Hey, don’t be scared, buddy. If you want to carry for me, I won’t complain. Come on, now.” She gave another little tug to the leash and he started walked beside her. He must have been a house-pet, he was just too well trained. “What should I call you?” she wondered out loud.
“Do not name that thing!” Tali yelled from up ahead.
“He was definitely someone’s pet, though, Tali. Look at him.” The turian reached Shep now and started nuzzling her hand, looking back up at her face in between each head-bump to confirm her continuing good mood.
“Take it to a shelter,” Tali advised.
Shep sighed. Tali was probably right … Shep knew from experience she couldn’t even keep fish alive. It would be a disservice to the animal to take it home if she couldn’t take care of it. She unbuckled her belt, and the turian cringed back.
“No, no, buddy, I’m not going to hit you. I just need a leash to safely walk you. It’s okay. Come on, come smell it. It’s not dangerous.” She held the belt out, waiting while he smelled it to assure himself it was not a threat. Once he seemed comfortable, she slipped it around his neck. He stiffened, but didn’t fight it.
“He’s going to pull, the belt will choke, and you are going to end up mauled. When you wake up in the hospital, I am going to be laughing at you, still.”
“Don’t be so melodramatic. He knows how to walk on a leash. Don’t you, boy?” She gave a light tug and the turian moved, sticking close to her side, which was all the jury-rigged “leash” would allow.
Shep led him out of the alley, making soothing noises the whole time. Tali was busy on her omni-tool.
“Whatcha doin’, Tali?”
“Finding a shelter for that monster. You cannot keep him, he’s bigger than you are.”
The turian flicked his mandibles at that, and Shep reassured him. “Oh, no you’re not a monster. Oh, no you’re not! Oh, no you’re not!” She let her hand drop to his crest, nearly at her own head height even though he was still crouched. She started scratching him under the crest and he made a light keening sound.
“You have got to be kidding me,” Tali said. “It’s still intact. Do you have any idea how much noise an intact turian can make? You’re definitely not keeping it. Let’s go.” Tali grabbed her grocery bags again and started walking briskly away. “We are getting it to a shelter now.”
Shep sighed and reached for her own groceries, but the turian grabbed them first, flinching away from her as if she might hit him for it.
“Hey, don’t be scared, buddy. If you want to carry for me, I won’t complain. Come on, now.” She gave another little tug to the leash and he started walked beside her. He must have been a house-pet, he was just too well trained. “What should I call you?” she wondered out loud.
“Do not name that thing!” Tali yelled from up ahead.
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