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“RED LIGHT!” A voice shrieks.
It sounds so small, so fragile, but it echoes through the halls of the Normandy with the same force as the alarm sirens. The people around the source of the declaration don’t seem to pay the young girl any mind, merely shuffling around her as they continued their tasks and other duties.
All but one member, at least. He’s not much of a familiar form that many would think to see aboard a human-majority vessel, but he’s a familiar face all the same to the young girl that he’s entertaining with her antics.
She waits, breath held, before her energy seems to lash out in an uncontrollable burst of wild limbs and soft, but visible static that tickles across her skin.
“Green light!” Not before the words leave her mouth, the young girl is already tearing across the floor, her little boots a soft pitter in comparison to the thunderous stomping of the Krogan barely a few long paces behind her, trying to catch her in his arms.
“Come here already you little-”
He doesn’t have a moment to finish, or even take another step, before the small form abruptly turns and shouts a same set of words to him again.
“Red light!”
The words themselves mean next-to-nothing to Grunt. He’s a Krogan, a battle-worn and bloodied warrior for hell’s sake, and yet the words from a single human young is enough to make him nearly freeze in place.
Nearly is the key word of course, because Krogan are big, top heavy and not all that agile when they’re supposed to come to a complete stop in barely a breath.
Grunt tries to stop, just a second or two left from catching her, but his weight plays him like a fool as he comes crashing down to the floor.
It looks about as graceful as it feels, and it feels pretty painful to come face-to-metal with the floor. Nevertheless, he pushes himself back up and glares forward at the young human. She’s laughing at him, tiny finger pointing, face drawn into a barely-contained smile through her constant giggling.
“I win!” She exclaims, eventually jumping up and down. “I win again!”
Grunt lets out a sound very much like his namesake, and merely lets his face fall to the ground again.