Fox McCloud (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
all_range_mode) wrote2020-01-13 01:46 am
all_range_mode) wrote2020-01-13 01:46 am
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This is Fox McCloud. Leave a message and I'll get back to you.
This is Fox McCloud. Leave a message and I'll get back to you.
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I thought so.
So, what's the deal, anyway? Is she your girlfriend?
So, what's the deal, anyway? Is she your girlfriend?
You called me in hysterics acting like it was the end of life as we know it. Over a study partner.
YOU'RE IMPOSSIBLE, SHINPACHI.
And here I was ready to congratulate you on finding a girlfriend.
[he's so disappointed shinpachi]
[he's so disappointed shinpachi]
Well, my mistake, then.
Still, you over reacted pretty spectacularly.
Still, you over reacted pretty spectacularly.
Okay, Shinpachi. Whatever you say.
McCloud. It's Garrus.
We need to talk. Devil's Nest later tonight. S'up to you.
We need to talk. Devil's Nest later tonight. S'up to you.
[If Fox had been anything like Falco, he would have called Garrus back on the spot and told him to go fuck himself. Fortunately, he was actually rather good at holding his tongue, and wasn't actually in any mood to talk to the turian in the first place.
At first, the pilot had been dead set on not going. It would have been a pain in the ass anyway. The bug eyed, amphibious doctor had forbade him from leaving the clinic for a handful of reasons, the more important being Fox's over all physical condition, along with the fact that he was possibly a security risk if the purists discovered he was being housed in the refugee clinic. Really, the last thing Fox wanted to do was cause more trouble for someone.
He'd already fucked up enough anyway, hadn't he? Garrus had made certain to drill that little factoid into his head, but now he was calling Fox out for a chat? Fox had to hand it to him, he certainly had some nerve.
For hours Fox tried to convince himself that he was content with cutting Garrus out of the picture. He didn't deal with that kind of shit from his own team back home, and he sure as hell wasn't going to let it fly with some alien. He almost didn't go.
Too bad for him he's shitty at holding grudges. That's not to say he wasn't still pissed, because he was beyond pissed, but if he can at least be civil to the guy that killed his father, then talking to the guy that saved his life but then insulted the shit out of him should be fairly simple in comparison.
After flawlessly sneaking out of the clinic (mister salarian would be so pissed once he noticed) and sneaking around in the shadows much like a fucking ninja, he arrived at the Devil's Nest.
Late.
Actually, at this point, he would have been surprised if Garrus was still around.
Blaster at his hip, he entered the bar, scanning the area for Mister Dinosaur.]
At first, the pilot had been dead set on not going. It would have been a pain in the ass anyway. The bug eyed, amphibious doctor had forbade him from leaving the clinic for a handful of reasons, the more important being Fox's over all physical condition, along with the fact that he was possibly a security risk if the purists discovered he was being housed in the refugee clinic. Really, the last thing Fox wanted to do was cause more trouble for someone.
He'd already fucked up enough anyway, hadn't he? Garrus had made certain to drill that little factoid into his head, but now he was calling Fox out for a chat? Fox had to hand it to him, he certainly had some nerve.
For hours Fox tried to convince himself that he was content with cutting Garrus out of the picture. He didn't deal with that kind of shit from his own team back home, and he sure as hell wasn't going to let it fly with some alien. He almost didn't go.
Too bad for him he's shitty at holding grudges. That's not to say he wasn't still pissed, because he was beyond pissed, but if he can at least be civil to the guy that killed his father, then talking to the guy that saved his life but then insulted the shit out of him should be fairly simple in comparison.
After flawlessly sneaking out of the clinic (mister salarian would be so pissed once he noticed) and sneaking around in the shadows much like a fucking ninja, he arrived at the Devil's Nest.
Late.
Actually, at this point, he would have been surprised if Garrus was still around.
Blaster at his hip, he entered the bar, scanning the area for Mister Dinosaur.]
[Sure enough, there Garrus is, over in the Dinosaur Corner. Which was really just a corner but he's dinosaur enough to make any corner a Dino Corner.
Deal with it.
During the wait, he'd managed to stack up a few empty shot glasses, their sides gently clinked against one another as he tapped the table nervously.
Across from him? A single, untouched (lonely 8() drink]
Deal with it.
During the wait, he'd managed to stack up a few empty shot glasses, their sides gently clinked against one another as he tapped the table nervously.
Across from him? A single, untouched (lonely 8() drink]
[well I'll be damned, he was still here. Though from the looks of it, he was probably buzzed. The only thing worse than emotional turian was a drunk emotional turian.
Wordlessly, Fox made his way through the bar, taking his seat across from Garrus. His expression was blank, save for a slight quirk of an eyebrow directed at Garrus' little shot glass collection. That was a good sign, sure. Of course, he noticed the drink that was set in his spot, but for the time being, he pushed it to the back of his mind.
The pilot crossed his arms indifferently, green eyes locked on Garrus. Your move, Archangel.]
Wordlessly, Fox made his way through the bar, taking his seat across from Garrus. His expression was blank, save for a slight quirk of an eyebrow directed at Garrus' little shot glass collection. That was a good sign, sure. Of course, he noticed the drink that was set in his spot, but for the time being, he pushed it to the back of his mind.
The pilot crossed his arms indifferently, green eyes locked on Garrus. Your move, Archangel.]
...I wanted to apologize. For... well, for everything.
[See, part of what makes Fox easier to say sorry to is the fact that he's so adorably fuzzy, even when he's mad.]
[See, part of what makes Fox easier to say sorry to is the fact that he's so adorably fuzzy, even when he's mad.]
Right. Finally decided to work that stick out of your ass?
[Adorably fuzzy or not, Fox wasn't exactly in a cooperative mood.]
[Adorably fuzzy or not, Fox wasn't exactly in a cooperative mood.]
Mooooore like I had my ass handed to me on that stick.
[he wishes he was exaggerating 8(]
[he wishes he was exaggerating 8(]
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