Shepard Jr. - Lucius Vakarian 3/6
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October 17 2015, 09:46:46 UTC
She then noticed the kid leaning near the wall, his mandibles flexing as if in a smile, confusing her momentarily. Noria coughed loudly enough to make him jump in place, the turian’s eyes widening as she questioned him with a lazy shook of her head. “Do you need something, kid?”
“Uh, no. I was just…” Lucius scratched the back of his neck, trying to find the words that got stuck in his throat. “Uh, wondering if you needed something.”
“Unless you work here, which I think you don’t,” the violet asari lazily lifted her nearly empty glass with a hint of annoyance on her face, “then no, I don’t need a thing.”
The younger turian shrugged, a little relieved actually. He then, without warning, approached their table, his hands on their table as he looked from the violet asari to the pink one. “You know, I’m just gonna say it. I really want to ask your friend something.”
Elete already knew this was coming and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Oh Goddess, here we go ahead.”
“I have never seen a pink asari before.”
"Kid, the hell is wrong with you?” Noria flared up in defense. “You can't just ask people why they're pink."
The pink asari threw her hands in the air, not even surprised anymore. “If I got credits for every time somebody asked me that, I’d be rich and retired on some tropical island.”
Lucius stared at Elete, a bit dumbfounded. “So… does that mean you’ll tell me or…”
"Her father was a hanar, you ass!" the violet asari rolled her eyes and banged her hand on the table, nearly spilling the remainder of their drinks.
"Oh…” the green eyed turian said in surprise, sounding almost disappointed. “Well, that’s no big deal then."
"I can't believe this! I'm 303 years old! I fought off a sleazebag krogan! I survived the Reaper War with only a broken arm! And the only thing everyone wants to know is why I’m pink!” Elete raised her voice, but she sounded more and more defeated as she leaned her forehead onto the table, completely tired. “I’m done, just… done.”
The turian kid fumbled with his hands, regretting his question to the asari as he mumbled out to her. “Uh… if it makes you feel any better, I think pink is a cool color.”
Noria leaned toward the pink asari, whispering to her. “Do you want me to throw him out of here?”
Knowing this was probably the last straw with the asari, Lucius started removing himself from the scene backwards, nearly stumbling over a chair as he pointed toward the exit. “I should go. Yeah…”
His grandfather was just as unforgiving. “Does that include asking random strangers inappropriate questions?”
Lucius shrugged, taking a moment to figure out what to say in his defense. “Call it a… teenage curiosity.”
“You’re old enough to know better,” Vakarian Sr. brought up his omni-tool. “Now will you leave or do I need to keep listing off your childish endeavors? Or I can send the list to your parents and be done with it.”
“Fine. I should go anyway,” the younger turian pouted, shaking his head in disapproval as he sped away and still screamed at his grandfather out of the car. “Have fun walking, Gramps! It won’t be my fault if you dislocate your knee!”
Of course his grandson was on a straight road to disaster again and he shouted after him. “Lucius, eyes on the-“
However, loud clanging sounds overwhelmed the area as the car collided with a bunch of synthetic life crossing the road at a leisurely pace. Vakarian Sr. facepalmed hard but there was no facepalm in the world that could erase the sheer destruction and misery Lucius could bring sometimes.
“Uh, no. I was just…” Lucius scratched the back of his neck, trying to find the words that got stuck in his throat. “Uh, wondering if you needed something.”
“Unless you work here, which I think you don’t,” the violet asari lazily lifted her nearly empty glass with a hint of annoyance on her face, “then no, I don’t need a thing.”
The younger turian shrugged, a little relieved actually. He then, without warning, approached their table, his hands on their table as he looked from the violet asari to the pink one. “You know, I’m just gonna say it. I really want to ask your friend something.”
Elete already knew this was coming and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Oh Goddess, here we go ahead.”
“I have never seen a pink asari before.”
"Kid, the hell is wrong with you?” Noria flared up in defense. “You can't just ask people why they're pink."
The pink asari threw her hands in the air, not even surprised anymore. “If I got credits for every time somebody asked me that, I’d be rich and retired on some tropical island.”
Lucius stared at Elete, a bit dumbfounded. “So… does that mean you’ll tell me or…”
"Her father was a hanar, you ass!" the violet asari rolled her eyes and banged her hand on the table, nearly spilling the remainder of their drinks.
"Oh…” the green eyed turian said in surprise, sounding almost disappointed. “Well, that’s no big deal then."
"I can't believe this! I'm 303 years old! I fought off a sleazebag krogan! I survived the Reaper War with only a broken arm! And the only thing everyone wants to know is why I’m pink!” Elete raised her voice, but she sounded more and more defeated as she leaned her forehead onto the table, completely tired. “I’m done, just… done.”
The turian kid fumbled with his hands, regretting his question to the asari as he mumbled out to her. “Uh… if it makes you feel any better, I think pink is a cool color.”
Noria leaned toward the pink asari, whispering to her. “Do you want me to throw him out of here?”
Knowing this was probably the last straw with the asari, Lucius started removing himself from the scene backwards, nearly stumbling over a chair as he pointed toward the exit. “I should go. Yeah…”
His grandfather was just as unforgiving. “Does that include asking random strangers inappropriate questions?”
Lucius shrugged, taking a moment to figure out what to say in his defense. “Call it a… teenage curiosity.”
“You’re old enough to know better,” Vakarian Sr. brought up his omni-tool. “Now will you leave or do I need to keep listing off your childish endeavors? Or I can send the list to your parents and be done with it.”
“Fine. I should go anyway,” the younger turian pouted, shaking his head in disapproval as he sped away and still screamed at his grandfather out of the car. “Have fun walking, Gramps! It won’t be my fault if you dislocate your knee!”
Of course his grandson was on a straight road to disaster again and he shouted after him. “Lucius, eyes on the-“
However, loud clanging sounds overwhelmed the area as the car collided with a bunch of synthetic life crossing the road at a leisurely pace. Vakarian Sr. facepalmed hard but there was no facepalm in the world that could erase the sheer destruction and misery Lucius could bring sometimes.
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