Characters: Shepard & Grunt
Word Count: 313
Rating: K
Author's Note: Two posts in two days? Whhhhha? Lol, let's call this me making up for being all MIA. Anywho! Am I the only one who finds Grunt utterly adorable? This was inspired by the Shadow Broker's Dossier on Grunt's recent terminal activity...
*Thanks to sherryatom (3 reviews? I'm flattered ^.^) and the ever lovely Fatalicious for their reviews.*
Sharks
"So you don't have any eating a human or another fish or anything?"
The familiar rumble stopped Shepard dead in her tracks. That cannot be who I think it is, she thought as she walked into the Citadel's toy store towards its source. Well son of a mother, it is. A smirk graced her full lips as she stopped behind the hulking Krogan.
"Umm, no sir," the paling store clerk squeaked, "I don't think that we carry anything like that."
"Well why not? Don't sharks eat people?" Grunt asked, waving his stump like arms, further scaring the poor girl.
"Grunt," Shepard said, resisting the urge to laugh.
The Krogan turned to face her, giving the girl time to flee. "Battlemaster."
"What did I tell you about intimidating the general populace?"
"I wasn't trying to intimidate anyone. It isn't my fault that the females of your species are so weak," he sneered. "Well besides you. And Jack. And Miranda I guess," he added as an afterthought.
That made her chuckle. "Right. Anyway, what are you doing here?"
"I was trying to find a model of a shark eating something, anything, but all this store has are these squishy things," he explained, voice disappointed as he flung the shark plushy across the store taking out a display in the process.
His Battlemaster smiled at him. When he acted like this it was easy for her to forget that he was a Krogan killing machine. "Hmm, well let's see if we can find a better shark and we'll get some fake blood and a Ken doll and we'll see what we can do, hmm?"
Grunt's eyes lit up. "Can we make it look like it's ripping his leg off?"
Shepard nodded with a laugh as she led the Krogan to the Barbie aisle.