Fill: I Will Call Him Squishy (1/3)
anonymous
April 26 2014, 19:58:07 UTC
A/N: Sort of combining this with the prompt above it requesting a fatherly figure for Grunt - not the main focus, but there is definitely a long-suffering M!Shep. Also, brownie points for getting the reference.
There were many things that the tank imprints didn’t tell him. Shepard was always happy to explain whenever Grunt saw something he couldn’t make sense of. On the day they went to the Silver Coast Casino, there were many things that didn’t make sense. By the time they got to the area advertised as “Junior Games”, Shepard’s voice was hoarse from all the talking he’d had to do.
They were almost out of the casino when Grunt’s eye was drawn to a large wall on which many different animals resided. Grunt frowned as he picked out the different shapes along the wall - Earth animals like dogs and cats; pyjacks and varren. “They are not making any sound,” Grunt said. “How are they not all fighting?”
“They’re stuffed animals, Grunt,” Shepard said patiently. “They’re just … toys.”
Grunt watched as a small human aimed a pistol at a series of targets. There was a ‘ding’ sound when the targets fell over. The small human jumped triumphantly as the larger human behind the counter told him he had won a prize. The small human picked one of the Earth cats (a tiger) for his prize, clutching it to his chest as he ran back to his mother.
“The small human has a new companion,” Grunt said.
“Yeah, that’s a happy kid,” Shepard agreed. “Come on, Grunt, we need to get moving.”
Grunt reluctantly allowed himself to be lead away from the fascinating sights and sounds. But only because there would be mercenaries to kill soon.
Later, as the turian talked to Shepard about the one who had betrayed him, Grunt slipped away. He was not needed for this, and they would not be on the Citadel for much longer. He had a goal, and he was going to achieve it.
Grunt returned to the Silver Coast Casino and headed straight for the Junior Games area, finding the target shooting game that the small human had been playing. Grunt walked over and started studying the stuffed animals on the wall.
“I want to play this game,” he told the human behind the counter.
“This is a kid’s game,” the human said, eyeing him warily.
“I am less than a year old. Does that not make me a kid?”
“You’re …” the human said, then shook his head. “Don’t argue with the nice krogan, Louis. All right, twenty credits to play.”
Grunt smiled his broadest smile as he made the transaction, and picked up the pistol. He knew it was not a real pistol, because it did not behave like one. But the tank imprints helped him figure out how to shoot such a small weapon, and he had soon knocked over all the targets.
He selected the large varren as his prize and clutched it tightly the whole way back to the Normandy.
There were many things that the tank imprints didn’t tell him. Shepard was always happy to explain whenever Grunt saw something he couldn’t make sense of. On the day they went to the Silver Coast Casino, there were many things that didn’t make sense. By the time they got to the area advertised as “Junior Games”, Shepard’s voice was hoarse from all the talking he’d had to do.
They were almost out of the casino when Grunt’s eye was drawn to a large wall on which many different animals resided. Grunt frowned as he picked out the different shapes along the wall - Earth animals like dogs and cats; pyjacks and varren. “They are not making any sound,” Grunt said. “How are they not all fighting?”
“They’re stuffed animals, Grunt,” Shepard said patiently. “They’re just … toys.”
Grunt watched as a small human aimed a pistol at a series of targets. There was a ‘ding’ sound when the targets fell over. The small human jumped triumphantly as the larger human behind the counter told him he had won a prize. The small human picked one of the Earth cats (a tiger) for his prize, clutching it to his chest as he ran back to his mother.
“The small human has a new companion,” Grunt said.
“Yeah, that’s a happy kid,” Shepard agreed. “Come on, Grunt, we need to get moving.”
Grunt reluctantly allowed himself to be lead away from the fascinating sights and sounds. But only because there would be mercenaries to kill soon.
Later, as the turian talked to Shepard about the one who had betrayed him, Grunt slipped away. He was not needed for this, and they would not be on the Citadel for much longer. He had a goal, and he was going to achieve it.
Grunt returned to the Silver Coast Casino and headed straight for the Junior Games area, finding the target shooting game that the small human had been playing. Grunt walked over and started studying the stuffed animals on the wall.
“I want to play this game,” he told the human behind the counter.
“This is a kid’s game,” the human said, eyeing him warily.
“I am less than a year old. Does that not make me a kid?”
“You’re …” the human said, then shook his head. “Don’t argue with the nice krogan, Louis. All right, twenty credits to play.”
Grunt smiled his broadest smile as he made the transaction, and picked up the pistol. He knew it was not a real pistol, because it did not behave like one. But the tank imprints helped him figure out how to shoot such a small weapon, and he had soon knocked over all the targets.
He selected the large varren as his prize and clutched it tightly the whole way back to the Normandy.
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