im thinking abt tooth rotting fluff; okay imagine Shepard has a kid (maybe 5-ish) and they think Legion is the coolest thing ever. So Legion is trying to process why this tiny human that looks like a smaller version of Shepard keeps padding after them. Maybe the kid keeps trying to give Legion shiny rocks or tries reading to them.
“Shepard-Commander,” came the neutral, but mildly exasperated plea. It came just down the hallway, moments before the owner of the voice emerged into the kitchen. It was a form that, perhaps a dozen years prior, you would have shot without consideration–and this very being, this geth and close friend, approaches you with your son clinging to his leg.
Legion looks at you with what you come to assume is a plea for help, though it doesn’t look like he’s using much effort to haul your five-year-old across the floor, who looks like he’s having the time of his life.
“Your spawn–”
“Child,” You gently correct. “And his name is Taylor.”
It doesn’t take more than a fraction of a second for Legion to internalize the correction and process it for later interactions.
“Shepard-Taylor is exhibiting odd functions. I do not know how to proceed correctly.”
You glance at the geth, then down at his leg where the small form has arms wrapped so tightly around it that, if Legion wasn’t made of metal, he’d have lost circulation completely.
“Are you giving Legion those rocks again?”
The child’s bright eyes look up to meet yours. He beams, energy filling his smile.
“No! I’m giving him the Captain Razal action figures you got me for my birthday.”
That is new and surprising enough to raise a brow, though it was mostly out of curious amusement than anything. You kneel down to meet your son’s level.
“And why would that be?”
Legion tries to shake his leg to dislodge the kid, but Taylor merely giggles, finding some sort of childish glee in the stubborn grip. It’s not the first time that he’s taken such a liking to Legion–ever since he was born, Taylor always had such a fascination with your old team, and Legion apparently had enough glowing parts and button-like bits that kept him more than enthralled.
It certainly didn’t help that Legion talked about almost everything the kid cared to know–great for telling history lessons, but not so great for birthday gift secrets.
“He doesn’t know who Captain Razal is!” Taylor exclaims. “I had to make sure he knew about all his cool adventures–Legion said it’s not possible that Razal has a cool laser saber instead of a gun.”
You’re more than familiar with the cartoon character that Taylor has been obsessed with; he’s been watching it since he could sit down long enough to keep his eyes on a screen.
“Plasma does not act in such a way,” Legion chimes in, obviously continuing a former debate of sorts. “At any temperature, it would theoretically be impossible to contain in a fashion that would-”
“It doesn’t hurt to play along,” You finally say, standing up again and crossing your arms across your chest. A smile gently pulls at your lips as Legion matches your glance. “He’s a kid. It’s better than getting rocks isn’t it?”
Legion looks at you, then down to the child, and then finally back up to you.
“I have positive emotions towards all of the items that Shepard-Taylor gives me.”
“And that’s why you’re a great baby-sitter, Legion.”
There’s a beat of silence.
“…I still do not understand the term; it would be ill-advised to sit on your child.”
