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[Di looks around for somewhere to sit, quite happy to try out this piling-onto-a-turian idea.]

Oh, I don't know, I'm sure we'd manage! I could drape over you. A few sharp angles aren't going to bother me...you have turian beds? Trolls have their own too! I haven't been able to find any here, though.

[The couch is a bad idea. Garrus is trying to avoid the couch... but there's a rather large comfy chair they can use, one that's been positioned to have a good line of sight on the entryway of the house. They're pretty close to it now, even.]

So it would be more like wearing a Di coat, instead of being a pile? And yeah. They're made so the carapace can sink in and not leave our heads without support. Others are made to let people sleep on their keelbone if they really wanted to. But I take a lot of pillows so I can sleep, here.

[She's quite willing to be guided by him - it's his house, after all! - and seems more than happy to wait for him to take a seat in the comfy chair.]

A little bit of both, I guess! And that does sound a lot more comfortable for you. We're supposed to sleep in sopor slime to help control our nightmares, but luckily we got used to doing without it back home too. The younger trolls have had more trouble adjusting, though.

[He takes the seat, stretching out a little so as maybe, somehow, he can be at least a little comfy. Even if he's not sure it's possible.]

A lot more, yeah. It's all about the neck support. Or lack of it. But what do you mean, younger trolls? I'd had you pegged as one of the younger ones, sorry.

[Di waits for him to make himself comfortable before settling on his lap, curling around him in that impossible-looking flowing motion that cats are so good at. Her arms are settled snugly about him and her head nestles into the crook of his neck, the rest of her somehow managing to also wrap around him quite thoroughly.

She sighs in contentment - and then bursts into surprised laughter.]

One of the younger ones! Darkleer is a lot older than me, but that's about it. Signless and Psii are only a sweep or two older. I meant trolls like Nepeta, and Karkat, and Equius. Oh, and Horuss and Kankri and Meenah too. They're all quite a bit younger than me.

[There's definitely some tension in his body, but it starts to fade as she snugs in close. He chuckles at her explanation, shrugging.]

Sorry. I'm no good at judging ages of people who aren't turian.

[His arms go around her, voice on the quiet side of normal.]

How old is old, when it comes to Darkleer? I'd ask about you, but I'm aware that it's rude to ask a lady her age.

It's okay. Do I really seem so young, though?

[She doesn't sound either offended or complimented, merely curious and a bit surprised. She did know she could be rather silly and playful most times...

When he moves to hold her she hums to herself happily, apparently perfectly content.]

Is it really? I don't think it is! I'm fourteen - fourteen Alternian solar sweeps, that is. It's something between twenty eight and thirty earth years. I can't even begin to guess at Darkleer, though, bluebloods live a really long time, and he'd worked his way to an important position in the military, which takes ages. I'd say...he could be a hundred sweeps old, or more, even.

You don't seem so young, no. Wouldn't have, uh, you know. If you did. A lot of them seem a lot more serious, though. Like they've got more years weighing on them or something.

[He closes his eyes before shaking his head.]

But I really didn't expect Darkleer to be that old. He's got a lot on him, sure. But... Huh. Don't know.

Pfft. [She has to laugh at that.] Then I'm glad I don't, because I would have been very sad to miss out on you know-ing with you if I did. I do understand what you mean, though. Some of them have lived much harsher lives than me. It shows.

It's normal for a blueblood - though I'd say he's seen a lot more than most bluebloods have, too.

[If turians could blush, Garrus would. Instead, he starts rubbing her back with one palm, letting himself relax a little.]

From what we've talked about, him and me, you and me, yeah. I'd say he's seen a lot. Carries a lot of it too. Not easy, letting it go. Though maybe that's another blueblood thing, speaking as one to a... green? Not really sure what you call the color you write with. Greenish.

[Di purrs softly when he rubs her back, melting against him happily. Just about any kind of physical affection is guaranteed to turn her into a happy kitty.]

No, some things are very hard to let go of. And harder for someone like Darkleer. Maybe it is a blueblood thing. [She flashes Garrus a small smile.] Olive. Green's fine too, really, there are just other shades of it in the spectrum.

[He chuckles quietly at the noise, more used to it from Thane than anyone else, and the smile gets a flicker of his mandibles.]

Be easier if you could just shoot your problems away. Galaxy doesn't tend to work like that. This city doesn't, either. Basically life doesn't like being easy. Never could figure out why.

Because it's life? [She chuckles as well.] And there's only so much ammunition in the universe. You and Darkleer use up enough of it as it is.

Mm. That can't be it. You can always make more bullets or heat cartridges. Or arrows. You only start running short on the field.

[Which he's had happen, and that's not a good topic.]

Pretty sure there was a mention of squeaks. Or does that only happen when you get hot dogs?

I have it on good authority that headpats are as conducive to squeaking as hotdogs are.

[Cuddling as well, but she's pretty sure Garrus would balk at that.]

Really.

[There's amusement coloring his subharmonics and main tones.]

I don't want to call your source into question, but I may have to test this.

[The hand that isn't occupied with a backrub comes up and pats, carefully. Garrus has never patted someone on the head before, but if it's something she enjoys, why not?]

Oh, I agree. It definitely calls for a...

[And yes, that's definitely a happy little squeak interrupting her, and Garrus will find a kitty troll trying her best to curl up around him as he continues the headpatting and backrub. She simply loves being fussed over like this, and sounds rather like Kitty with the noises she's making as he pets her.]

[After the last couple of days he's had it's ridiculously relaxing to have someone curling up on him with no expectations, just friendship. He doesn't mind the little bit of work he has to do for it in the least. Especially with the squeaks. ]

Heard that there tend to be a lot of similarities between pet owners and their pets. Hadn't expected it to be quite this clear. ... Now to hope someone doesn't start becoming more like a toad. Croakbeast. I'm not gonna stock enough crickets in thekitchen to feed a full-grown drell.

Pfft. Are you still pretending that Krogarian only belongs to Thane?

[She snuggles against him a bit more comfortably, apparently perfectly happy in spite of all the sharp angles she's cuddled up against.]

Sure we won't find you chewing on a cricket soon, Garrus?

[That... had come into question just a day before. Garrus' chuckle isn't quite as happy as it could have bee. Things are going to work out. It's just not easy.]

Yeah, I'm sure. They've got mandibles. I try not to eat anything with them. And there's no pretending going on.

Oh, that's right. I'm sorry.

[She makes a face, not having realized - and also to pretend she hasn't noticed the way the subject seems to suddenly be bothering Garrus. She's not sure why, but there's enough on his plate without adding any more to it.]

I think it's more that I'm like my lusus than like Kitty. And then Kitty takes after me, of course. It probably works differently with trolls and pets since we're brought up by animals.

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I don't know why I didn't know you tagged this. I'm so sorry.

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