Jane Squared - Part XXIV
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September 10 2015, 22:02:58 UTC
“Alright,” she said. “Now, Liara and I are going out. I expect to come back to find my apartment the way I left it.”
Another snort and another scratch.
“Grunt.”
The Krogan stopped fidgeting and looked at her.
“Behave yourself,” Jane said, maintaining eye contact as she spoke. “I’m not going to be on the Citadel long and I don’t want to have to worry about you.”
Grunt’s chest swelled up. “I am Krogan-”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, just behave yourself, okay?”
“Okay, Shepard,” he replied and then looking over to Abby he asked, “What is she doing here?”
Jane glanced back at Abby. “We’re taking care of some minor details regarding her identity. Basically straightening everything out so that everyone knows she isn’t me.”
Grunt took a step forward and inhaled. “Tank bred like me. Different than you in every way. Anyone can tell that.”
“Well, C-Sec doesn’t have Krogan sniffers at their checkpoints, so we’re just going to have to go with more conventional methods.”
“Again with your rules,” Grunt said gruffly and then looking at Abby he asked, “Is Shepard going to help you with your Rite of Passage?”
Abby snorted. “You could say that.”
Grunt turned to Jane. “What does your rite entail?” He hunched forward and punched his two fists together. “Will you require a krantt?”
“Relax, Grunt. There won’t be any varren, klixen or thresher maws involved in this one.”
“Not for my first time, anyway,” Abby teased.
Grunt turned to her again and once again inhaled heavily. “Your first time,” he said sagely. “You have not accepted a breeding contract. Tank breds are lucky. We don’t have to wait years to perform that rite.”
“Here’s hoping, big guy,” Abby replied happily.
Grunt sniffed again and made a strange, low noise. A few of the krogans nearby grunted and became restless. He took a step toward the clone. “Do you require my assistance in passing your rite?”
“Uh, no,” Abby replied, taking a step back. “That’d be a little weird.”
“Yes, I see,” Grunt said, straightening up and backing off a bit. “Because we are like siblings.”
“Yeah, that’s why it’d be weird.”
“Enough, both of you,” Jane interjected, rubbing her forehead with her fingers. “I can’t take anymore of this day. Grunt, you get your friends out of here and clean this place up. Call a service if you have to.”
“Definitely call a service,” Liara added.
“Definitely call a service,” Jane corrected. “And you, Abby, stay here with your…brother and make sure he gets it right.”
After she was finished speaking, Jane turned around, grabbed Liara’s hand and headed towards the apartment door.
“Where’re you going?” Abby asked.
“Out,” Jane replied over her shoulder and then added, “And please, try not to lose your virginity while I’m gone.
Another snort and another scratch.
“Grunt.”
The Krogan stopped fidgeting and looked at her.
“Behave yourself,” Jane said, maintaining eye contact as she spoke. “I’m not going to be on the Citadel long and I don’t want to have to worry about you.”
Grunt’s chest swelled up. “I am Krogan-”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, just behave yourself, okay?”
“Okay, Shepard,” he replied and then looking over to Abby he asked, “What is she doing here?”
Jane glanced back at Abby. “We’re taking care of some minor details regarding her identity. Basically straightening everything out so that everyone knows she isn’t me.”
Grunt took a step forward and inhaled. “Tank bred like me. Different than you in every way. Anyone can tell that.”
“Well, C-Sec doesn’t have Krogan sniffers at their checkpoints, so we’re just going to have to go with more conventional methods.”
“Again with your rules,” Grunt said gruffly and then looking at Abby he asked, “Is Shepard going to help you with your Rite of Passage?”
Abby snorted. “You could say that.”
Grunt turned to Jane. “What does your rite entail?” He hunched forward and punched his two fists together. “Will you require a krantt?”
“Relax, Grunt. There won’t be any varren, klixen or thresher maws involved in this one.”
“Not for my first time, anyway,” Abby teased.
Grunt turned to her again and once again inhaled heavily. “Your first time,” he said sagely. “You have not accepted a breeding contract. Tank breds are lucky. We don’t have to wait years to perform that rite.”
“Here’s hoping, big guy,” Abby replied happily.
Grunt sniffed again and made a strange, low noise. A few of the krogans nearby grunted and became restless. He took a step toward the clone. “Do you require my assistance in passing your rite?”
“Uh, no,” Abby replied, taking a step back. “That’d be a little weird.”
“Yes, I see,” Grunt said, straightening up and backing off a bit. “Because we are like siblings.”
“Yeah, that’s why it’d be weird.”
“Enough, both of you,” Jane interjected, rubbing her forehead with her fingers. “I can’t take anymore of this day. Grunt, you get your friends out of here and clean this place up. Call a service if you have to.”
“Definitely call a service,” Liara added.
“Definitely call a service,” Jane corrected. “And you, Abby, stay here with your…brother and make sure he gets it right.”
After she was finished speaking, Jane turned around, grabbed Liara’s hand and headed towards the apartment door.
“Where’re you going?” Abby asked.
“Out,” Jane replied over her shoulder and then added, “And please, try not to lose your virginity while I’m gone.
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