thisavrou_log | june intro log overflow

Oh, no no no, go ahead, race me. I'm sure you'll feel very accomplished about winning a lot. It'll great.

[ Have another playfully rude set of mandible gesticulation here, Shep.

Eventually he ends up near a cluster of rocks that jutted out of the water a short ways away and he stops there, looking expectantly back at his colleague. ]

Is this enough swimming for you? Can I get out of this watery hell now?

[This time, however, she just grins, and makes a suitably rude human gesture.]

Fine, you've done your time. Need me to come out and get you, or do you think you can paddle back here?

[ That gets her a slowly raised browplate and then Nihlus starts doing the most sarcastic rendition of a dramatized Turian drowning that's ever been played out. ]

Aaahhhh, help, I'm drowningggg, save me Shepard, saaaaave meeee.

[ Half hearted splashinnnggg, oh nooo. ]

[For a moment, she watches it silently, mouth dropped down into a line.

Then she flips her sunglasses back on, and flops on her back into the surf.]

I'll give a touching eulogy at your funeral.

[ Nihlus stops the theatrics just to stare at her, making a series of untranslatable noises that were totally offense. He's just so offended. ]

Wow. Wowwww. Most useless student ever. I can't even believe what I am- wow.

[ He flaps his mandibles and then narrows his eyes before disappearing under the waves.

Cowls were pretty useless for swimming efficiently- but they were excellent for pushing around a lot of water. Shepard doesn't really get much of a warning before Kryik emerges from under her with a Godzilla-esque Wave of Doom. ]

[There's a sound like an angry cat being splashed with a lot of water from somewhere underneath the Godzilla fallout. Very that.

When the terror and water finally subsides, her hair is draped like a waterfall over her face, seaweed peaking out of one side, aviators lost to the ages. She makes a sound, a phbbbt, and spits out a shell.]

Okay.

I deserved that.

[ Nihlus drags himself onto the shore next to the woman, expression caught between hilarity and disgust at the vile taste of salt water lingering in his mouth. ]

A little bit.

[ Huffing a laugh, he turns a bit and gives Shepard a casually affectionate headbump and a pat to the cheek. ]

Now, get up, Spectre. [ He pulls the aviators out from where it'd ended up caught at the back of his cowl and slides it neatly back onto Shep's hair covered face. ] We've got alcohol to get drinking.

[ Without waiting for an answer, Nihlus pushes himself onto his feet and takes off to fetch some towels. ]

[She opens her mouth, but whatever she was about to say — retort, apologize, spit more sand — dissolves in the face of Nihlus' small affections. The headbutt (unmistakable, even with the unseeing curtain of hair) and face touch — the familiarity was enough to color her cheeks.

She starts for second when Nihlus slides the glasses onto her face, barely hearing her mentor's words. By the time she shakes herself out of it, Nihlus is off, towards the promised towels. Shepard stands, frowning at herself as she pushes the hair out of her eyes with the glasses.

What am I getting so worked up about?

The answer is obvious before she's finished asking it, and it starts with a 'G' and rhymes with 'Harris'. The actions are reminiscent, in a way that causes her heart to squeeze tight in her chest — but that was where the similarities ended. Nihlus and Garrus were as different as two Turians could be, and she wasn't one to get caught up in comparisons — she strongly suspected that, had they ever met properly, there would've been a fight. Each had their own unique traits, skills, and personalities.

So what is this?

She frowns again, then shrugs, bodily, at herself, before following after Nihlus. By the time she catches up, her expression is back to one of sunnier disposition.]

On a scale of one to my birthday party, how much alcohol are we looking to drink?

[ Oblivious to the internal conflict his casual affection had induced, Nihlus makes a face at the question, tossing a towel at her. ]

... Leeeet's try not to get that hammered again.

[ Yeah, the last time that happened, Rinzler ended up ensnared in a reprogramming plot.

This time... well. He still has a responsibility to Rinzler since he'd been entrusted to keep the guy's disk safe. Either way, not the best circumstances to be getting shitfaced in. ]

So... pineapples. What the hell are they?

[This time, she laughs outright. This, this she can at least deal with. Nudging Nihlus with her elbow, she gestures towards a thatched-hut-looking place a while down the beach.] Come on. I'll teach you how to pineapple with the best of us humans.

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