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If John Doe's head splits open and a UFO should fly out, I want you to have expected it.
“That makes no sense. And I feel like you’re trying to avoid the question which is are you... okay? Mal isn’t and I don’t know what happened, she won’t fill me in.”
It was late at night when a loud, insistent knock came from Tavi's front door. Outside it stood an armed and armored human man who had a bit of a frantic, youthful look about him despite his otherwise grizzled appearance. He didn't seem very patient about waiting for the door to be opened, but made no moves of his own, only waiting.
Tavi opened the door a crack, squinting at the unfamiliar face. “...Who the fuck’re you, do you know what time it is?” he grumbled, before immediately going to slam the door shut again. He didn’t have the energy for this.
Dalen gave a sober nod, neatly slipped the note into his pocket, and gave Tavi a dangerously calm smile. "Have you ever gone on a hunting trip before, Tavi?" he asked, one hand resting casually on his pistol. "I've heard it's an excellent way to work off stress. Not a hobby I've always meant to pick up, but I'm thinking about giving it a try."
Tavi glanced at the pistol and though he didn’t turn around he did listen, heard the footsteps that had been dogging him come to an abrupt stop. Only when he heard them leaving did he smile faintly. “Y’know, think that’d be a good hobby for you. And me maybe...”
I'd lure you to an empty part of the Citadel, then I'd herd and chase you around until you were ready to drop from exhaustion. Then I'd close in on you slowly, before giving you a big grin, pretending this was all a big practical joke, letting you relax, maybe even offering to call a cab for us to leave. Then, just as the look of intense relief spreads on your face, I'd put a bullet between your eyes. Then that look would be frozen there forever.
You know Dalen.
This wouldn’t have scared me.
If you hadn’t decided to not even pretend it wasn’t from you.
Dalen please stop thinking about how to kill me. At least pretend you’re someone else.
"I’ve had too much caffeine."
“I feel like any caffeine is too much caffeine for you...”
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I tell you you’re reckless and shit cause you are but... I kinda respect that you got a thing your’e so into and that you’d do all this for. Heh. I respect your dedication to science is I guess what I’m tryin’ to say.
Even if you do blow things up.
Tavi. I'm building a lab. You should join me in Science.
“You’re... where are you building the lab at?”
✞ ❦ ‽
✞- Does your muse have any kinds of religion?
He wasn’t really exposed to the Wheel of Life as a tadpole, and now he doesn’t really feel like he has the “right” to subscribe to salarian beliefs. Sirrit feels guilty whenever he dabbles in salarian customs because he wasn’t raised with them, but doesn’t really subscribe to a formal human religion either. He has a kind of loose hope that there’s a soul and something after death, but like most painful things, buries it deep and tries not to think about it.
❦- What is your muse’s favorite fruit?
Anything sweet. (Pink is always a bonus.) I think he’d really like peaches and strawberries.
‽- Something your muse has problem in understanding
Sarcasm and irony. That ‘whoosh’ was it going directly over curly horns. Also, the rigid restrictions some species place on gender, romance and the expression thereof. Weeeiiird.
