Fill: I Will Call Him Squishy (2/3)
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April 26 2014, 19:59:07 UTC
“There you are!” Shepard exclaimed as Grunt walked up. “I wondered where …” he trailed off as he saw what Grunt was carrying. “Oh, Grunt. You went back to the casino.”
“I have a companion now,” Grunt said proudly. “I will call him Squishy.”
Shepard sighed, the sound he made when he had been trying to explain something to Grunt for a while. “Nice job, Grunt,” he said. Grunt’s back straightened at the praise from Shepard, and he thumped Squishy against his chest.
“He is my Squishy,” Grunt said, lifting the varren’s paw to wave it at Shepard.
“Well, you’d better put Squishy down by the tank,” Shepard said. “It’s dinner time.”
“Squishy is hungry too,” Grunt informed him, and headed to the mess hall before Shepard could respond.
Grunt was pleased that everyone recognized what he had done to win Squishy. They were all looking at him as he walked across the floor, putting Squishy down on an empty chair before he went to get food. He brought two plates over - one for himself and one for Squishy.
“Uh… hey, big guy,” Jacob Taylor said, staring right at Squishy. “Whatcha got there?”
“This is my Squishy,” Grunt said. “I won him at the casino. He is my friend.”
“Right,” the dark-skinned human said slowly. “And you’re making a plate for Squishy.”
“Of course. It would be rude of me to eat and not give him food,” Grunt said, nodding decisively. Really, what was the human not understanding? “He is my friend.”
“Uh huh.” Jacob Taylor went back to eating his own food, which looked boring compared to Grunt’s plate.
As it turned out, Squishy was not that hungry, so Grunt ate his food for him.
--
“ … and then Shepard leapt up into the air and slammed his fist down right on the thresher maw’s face!” Grunt said to Squishy, finishing the tale of how Shepard and Justicar Samara had helped him complete the Rite of Passage and become a member of Clan Urdnot.
“That’s … a hell of a story, Grunt,” Shepard said from behind him. Grunt looked up, grinning broadly as he brought Squishy around to look at Shepard.
“Squishy would have liked to have seen the thresher maw’s head explode,” Grunt informed him.
“Right.” Shepard coughed. “I wanted to tell you to get suited up. We’re going to collect the Reaper IFF.”
Grunt thumped his chest. “Heh heh heh. Squishy and I will be ready to kill whatever needs killing.”
“ … Uh, Grunt, it might be better if Squishy stayed behind.”
“Squishy is my companion! He goes where I go.” Grunt picked up Squishy and placed him on the table so that Squishy could look right at Shepard. “On Tuchanka, Urz followed you around.”
“Urz didn’t come into combat with us,” Shepard said, giving that same sigh that he gave when Grunt had been asking a lot of questions.
“He should have,” Grunt said. “He would have been a mighty warrior.”
“Grunt…” Shepard shook his head. “Squishy is a stuffed animal. He can’t fight anyone.”
Grunt put his hands over Squishy’s ears. “Don’t say that,” he said intently to Shepard. “You’ll hurt his feelings.”
Shepard looked up at the ceiling, then back down at Grunt. “Squishy stays here,” he said.
Grunt folded his arms across his chest. “Then I stay here.”
“Grunt! Don’t be such a …” Shepard stopped. He sighed again. “Okay, Grunt. Squishy can come with us. But if he gets … scared … you’ll have to leave him behind next time.”
“I have a companion now,” Grunt said proudly. “I will call him Squishy.”
Shepard sighed, the sound he made when he had been trying to explain something to Grunt for a while. “Nice job, Grunt,” he said. Grunt’s back straightened at the praise from Shepard, and he thumped Squishy against his chest.
“He is my Squishy,” Grunt said, lifting the varren’s paw to wave it at Shepard.
“Well, you’d better put Squishy down by the tank,” Shepard said. “It’s dinner time.”
“Squishy is hungry too,” Grunt informed him, and headed to the mess hall before Shepard could respond.
Grunt was pleased that everyone recognized what he had done to win Squishy. They were all looking at him as he walked across the floor, putting Squishy down on an empty chair before he went to get food. He brought two plates over - one for himself and one for Squishy.
“Uh… hey, big guy,” Jacob Taylor said, staring right at Squishy. “Whatcha got there?”
“This is my Squishy,” Grunt said. “I won him at the casino. He is my friend.”
“Right,” the dark-skinned human said slowly. “And you’re making a plate for Squishy.”
“Of course. It would be rude of me to eat and not give him food,” Grunt said, nodding decisively. Really, what was the human not understanding? “He is my friend.”
“Uh huh.” Jacob Taylor went back to eating his own food, which looked boring compared to Grunt’s plate.
As it turned out, Squishy was not that hungry, so Grunt ate his food for him.
--
“ … and then Shepard leapt up into the air and slammed his fist down right on the thresher maw’s face!” Grunt said to Squishy, finishing the tale of how Shepard and Justicar Samara had helped him complete the Rite of Passage and become a member of Clan Urdnot.
“That’s … a hell of a story, Grunt,” Shepard said from behind him. Grunt looked up, grinning broadly as he brought Squishy around to look at Shepard.
“Squishy would have liked to have seen the thresher maw’s head explode,” Grunt informed him.
“Right.” Shepard coughed. “I wanted to tell you to get suited up. We’re going to collect the Reaper IFF.”
Grunt thumped his chest. “Heh heh heh. Squishy and I will be ready to kill whatever needs killing.”
“ … Uh, Grunt, it might be better if Squishy stayed behind.”
“Squishy is my companion! He goes where I go.” Grunt picked up Squishy and placed him on the table so that Squishy could look right at Shepard. “On Tuchanka, Urz followed you around.”
“Urz didn’t come into combat with us,” Shepard said, giving that same sigh that he gave when Grunt had been asking a lot of questions.
“He should have,” Grunt said. “He would have been a mighty warrior.”
“Grunt…” Shepard shook his head. “Squishy is a stuffed animal. He can’t fight anyone.”
Grunt put his hands over Squishy’s ears. “Don’t say that,” he said intently to Shepard. “You’ll hurt his feelings.”
Shepard looked up at the ceiling, then back down at Grunt. “Squishy stays here,” he said.
Grunt folded his arms across his chest. “Then I stay here.”
“Grunt! Don’t be such a …” Shepard stopped. He sighed again. “Okay, Grunt. Squishy can come with us. But if he gets … scared … you’ll have to leave him behind next time.”
“Squishy will not be scared,” Grunt promised him.
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