(Not A) Date Night

Augus fluttered his mandibles happily as he saw Lantar smile. He smiled back at his ‘date’ he went ahead and tried the third dish it had a sweet saltiness to it. “Mmm should really try it. I mean I can tell just by your reaction to that I did a good job picking.”

“Yeah, I’d have to agree.  I’ve learned not to question your judgement on matters of food.”  It was good to see Auguscus so cheerful again.  When they’d met back up before he’d been so down.  “You got any other surprises for me?  There’s only so much I can eat.” Lantar teased as he took a few more bits of each for his plate.

“Well that’s fine. I was thinking after dinner we could go to a movie or something. Just something chill and fun.” He smiled at him. “Or we could go walk wherever. Either way figured we’d end the night at your place.” His voice teased of more.

A little grin flared his mandibles and a mischievous subvocal hum snuck out between them.  “I’m open to whatever you’re planning.  You’re the sophisticated galactic traveler after all, I’m just a low tier civil servant who has opinions on some of the worst motels in uncivilized space.  Surprise me.”

Augus smiled at him and gently played footsie with him under the table. He continued eating the food, “See this is what I call a proper date. And you seem to be enjoying yourself.” he said in a teasing playful tone.

“……… really it is.  Burt like a friend date.  Not a platonic friend date, but not a… you know?  A sexy friend date.” he stumbled over his words, undertones a touch embarrassed and heavy from that appealing look on Aug’s face and the under the table action that was really starting to get to him.

“Heh people have sex after dates or on dates too~” He teased still enjoying playing footsie with Lantar. “And Lantar … your cute when you get all flustered like that.” He grinned at him.

He has to bring up a hand over his mouth to keep too loud of a laugh flaring out, the skin of his neck flushing a little harder from amusement and fondness more than anything else.  Instead he just grinned a bit like a fool.  “You know, some times I’m ok with being cute.” and he nudged a boot back at Auguscus, vaguely wondering how much of a scene they were making acting so silly in such an expensive place.

open starter (somewhere on the Citadel)

officersidonis:

Desol glanced back at the line with surprise, quickly stepping out of the way to let the other customers go ahead. He hadn’t even noticed there’d been a line forming behind him. He was sure he’d been standing to the side of the actual counter, he only wanted a look at the menu after all. Seems he was wrong. He blushed a searing blue at the neck. He rubbed at the back of it and did his best to go by unnoticed by the unhappy group that had gathered behind him.

He glanced up at the officer who’d addressed him and ducked his head away, doing his best not to look him in the eye. He was wary of anyone in authority, he looked speculative enough without markings and his tall, thin stature without being an active dead-ringer for a fairly notorious rogue Spectre. “I…sorry again. I haven’t…” he sighed, “I don’t have a lot of experience with domestic type stuff like this. Just thought I’d…practice.” he muttered, shaking his head.

Poor guy, clearly had some kind of condition he was dealing with.  Lantar hummed reassuringly in his undertone as he spoke “It’s alright, people get caught up some time and don’t notice.  Is there anything else you may need assistance with, sir...?”

open starter (somewhere on the Citadel)

 “I can’t help but notice you’ve been standing in this area for some time, do you need assistance…?”

Desol looked up, slightly startled by the voice and turned toward the officer, blinking his blue eyes in confusion. His neck flushed lightly in embarrassment as he realized he’d just spent nearly twenty minutes standing there staring at the menu in the window of a cafe. His mandibles flickered, making his piercings dance. He felt ridiculous. “Uh…no. Sorry, I was just trying to decide if…if I liked tea.” He winced and rubbed at the back of his neck. “Spirits, that’s sounds stupid doesn’t it?” He muttered

A line had formed behind the man and grown increasingly fidgety, which is what had brought Lantar over here in the first place (in particular a very agitated salarian had flagged him over with complaints that he wasn’t getting any younger damn it).  The cause of all the consternation didn’t show any particular signs of intoxication or drug use that would possibly lead to aggression.  Lantar spoke gently to him, subtones steady and polite.

“Would you consider moving to the side here while you think about that?  If you can’t read the menu from a distance you can access it on your omni.”  The man just seemed to be confused, though it was difficult to ascertain his age or any particular signs of disease that would hint at what the source of the problem was.  He looked vaguely familiar but it didn’t set off any panic alarms in Lantar’s memory so he didn’t linger on the thought.

officersidonis:

Iulius glanced away a bit shyly, smiling warmly, his neck flushing a bit blue. “Thanks.” Iulius murmured, his mandibles giving a happy flicker. Clearly he either wasn’t used to or got easily embarrassed when praised because he ducked his head and turned almost coy around the other larger turian. “Maybe I could…I dunno…show you the ship when it’s done? I mean…we’re not really supposed to let other people on but I’m sure the boss won’t mind. We’re supposed to sell guns to C-SEC all the time anyway.” He said, before he pointed at the weapon he’d seen Lantar use earlier.

“That’s probably one of ours. The boss is always saying ‘C-SEC can’t do their jobs if the guys they’re fighting have the better guns.’ So we make sure you guys get them at a reasonable price after WE lift them off Cerberus or like pirates or the Eclipse mercs we get ‘em from.” He paused for a moment, mandible flickering out as he stared up at the ceiling in thought. “Never noticed how loud the window thing was. Guess cuz I get all wrapped up in the fight.”

“.......... You know what?  I’ll consider it.  I don’t usually have a lot of free times but I miss getting to spend times with nice ships.” he answered after finishing cleaning up, turning around and leaning on the counter.

“We appreciate the shit out of the firepower support too.  There’s so many people taking refuge here we’re run ragged half the time, but at least we can do it with good weapons taken out of bad hands.”  He was obviously pleased by that, between the expression and the pleased thrum to his tone.  He was clearly very much not a fan of mercenaries.

Lantar didn’t bother opening his eyes, just sinking against his friend’s side.  It was a few minutes before he spoke with carefully maintained subvocals.

“Some days even if you win it doesn’t feel much like it.”

(Not A) Date Night

Augus fluttered his mandibles happily as he saw Lantar smile. He smiled back at his ‘date’ he went ahead and tried the third dish it had a sweet saltiness to it. “Mmm should really try it. I mean I can tell just by your reaction to that I did a good job picking.”

“Yeah, I’d have to agree.  I’ve learned not to question your judgement on matters of food.”  It was good to see Auguscus so cheerful again.  When they’d met back up before he’d been so down.  “You got any other surprises for me?  There’s only so much I can eat.” Lantar teased as he took a few more bits of each for his plate.

“Well that’s fine. I was thinking after dinner we could go to a movie or something. Just something chill and fun.” He smiled at him. “Or we could go walk wherever. Either way figured we’d end the night at your place.” His voice teased of more.

A little grin flared his mandibles and a mischievous subvocal hum snuck out between them.  “I’m open to whatever you’re planning.  You’re the sophisticated galactic traveler after all, I’m just a low tier civil servant who has opinions on some of the worst motels in uncivilized space.  Surprise me.”

Augus smiled at him and gently played footsie with him under the table. He continued eating the food, “See this is what I call a proper date. And you seem to be enjoying yourself.” he said in a teasing playful tone.

“......... really it is.  Burt like a friend date.  Not a platonic friend date, but not a... you know?  A sexy friend date.” he stumbled over his words, undertones a touch embarrassed and heavy from that appealing look on Aug’s face and the under the table action that was really starting to get to him.

officersidonis:

[TEXT] Oh! Sorry! :(

[TEXT] … How do you feel about cookies?

[TEXT] NEvermind I’ll just bring a selection.

[TEXT] Yra’sis gave me a basket! And a drone!

[TEXT] The drone is for the moonshine. I was told I should be clear about that because it’s not my drone.

[TEXT] Yes warming people about an incoming drone is a good idea.

[TEXT] I guess I’ll see you soon then

Lantar sat back and rubbed a hand over his eyes, muttering to himself “Spirits what a weird person”

[TEXT: Iulius] Oh so THAT’S where I dropped that crate. [TEXT: Iulius] My bad. I was really drunk and there were all these crates and somebody was talking about this human holiday where people get baskets of stuff at their door. And I GUESS my drunk brain thought this would make up for you treating my leg that night. [TEXT:Iulius] I dunno it made sense at the time. [TEXT:Iulius] I’ll come get it! Sorry!

[TEXT] I appreciate the thought 

[TEXT] Really

[TEXT] But I don’t drink for good reason.

Iulius immediately seemed to brighten and perk up at the mention of his ship. He grinned and rolled his shoulders. “I used to pilot fighters awhile back but …well…some stuff happened and I couldn’t go back to doing that so now I pilot this retired turian frigate. We’ve done a bunch of retrofits on it recently though so she flies like she’s brand new. Plus I fly the drop shuttles we’ve got when it’s needed. It’s a good job and even though the engineer is always bitching me out for some of the moves I pull outrunning Cerberus, mercenaries, and reapers is pretty much the most fun ever.” He settled down a bit and scuffed his foot against the floor lightly, glancing away. “I mean…s’loads better than what most runts get to do so, I dunno. Guess I’m lucky I get to do something so fun.”

Iulius hated bringing up his runt status everybody always treated him different afterward. Like he was a kid, or diseased, or fragile somehow. He wasn’t, he was just short and…sometimes social stuff was hard and he had a tough time focusing on anything but one feeling at a time. Still, so many people thought runts were useless. And he definitely wasn’t. He sheepishly grinned at Lantar and hummed, “I’ll be careful. I’m real good at hiding and staying put so I’ll be okay. Plus once I get back to the ship the crew’ll look after me. Although my boss is gonna be all mad ‘cuz I’m not supposed to be throwing people through windows anymore even if I didn’t start it.” he added wincing and fiddling with the ends of his sleeves like a kid afraid of having to own up to his parents about breaking a vase.

 A low pleased tone like a smile filled his undertones at that.  “Sounds beautiful.  I’d happily talk ships, but I’ll drone on about that shit all day so feel free to say no.  Either way you’re killing assholes and obviously passionate about the position so I’m glad it’s worked out for you.”  The guy was uncomfortable about his size so Lantar didn’t bring it up.  Didn’t matter in the damnedest and he didn’t sound like a man looking for more sympathy so there was no reason to waste anyone’s time or emotions on it.

Lantar talked over his shoulder as he discarded the contaminated material left over from tending Iulius’ wounds and washed his hands.  “Sometimes you’ve just need to tell the Boss the stupid thing you did and put up with it.  Trust me, hiding it doesn’t work well.”   Then to show he wasn’t being too serious he fluttered out his mandibles in a laugh.  “And really.... the window thing.  Terrible idea to make a habit of.  It’s loud.”  

(Not A) Date Night

Augus fluttered his mandibles happily as he saw Lantar smile. He smiled back at his ‘date’ he went ahead and tried the third dish it had a sweet saltiness to it. “Mmm should really try it. I mean I can tell just by your reaction to that I did a good job picking.”

“Yeah, I’d have to agree.  I’ve learned not to question your judgement on matters of food.”  It was good to see Auguscus so cheerful again.  When they’d met back up before he’d been so down.  “You got any other surprises for me?  There’s only so much I can eat.” Lantar teased as he took a few more bits of each for his plate.

“Well that’s fine. I was thinking after dinner we could go to a movie or something. Just something chill and fun.” He smiled at him. “Or we could go walk wherever. Either way figured we’d end the night at your place.” His voice teased of more.

A little grin flared his mandibles and a mischievous subvocal hum snuck out between them.  “I’m open to whatever you’re planning.  You’re the sophisticated galactic traveler after all, I’m just a low tier civil servant who has opinions on some of the worst motels in uncivilized space.  Surprise me.”

officersidonis:

“No…” Cato mumbled, letting go of that little string now that it had made a small section of his pants kind of tight. He looked up at Crass’ friend again, his little mandibles fluttering. “Um…I… I should go back to sleep. …I think I’m okay now.” 

“Ok.” he said softly.  As Cato disappeared he sat back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling no longer tired.  Too much going on in his head.  Most of it was tangled between the past and the future, worries, fears, regrets.  One rose to the top and hung there heavy in his gizzard.

I will do anything I can to help this kid, this time.

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