Who: Garrus and Marguerite What: Strange human customs Where: Their room When: Now Warnings: Interspecies relationship, sarcasm and/or sex
He'd been engaging in some target practice in the garden; this place might seem peaceful, but he wasn't about to count on that lasting. After all, paranoia had kept him alive this long... But after an hour or two, he was ready to return to his lady's side. He smiled, unaware of how tender the expression looked on his scarred face. Marguerite was something special. He'd never dreamed he could have anyone so wonderful care about him so much. He was still smiling when he walked through the door of the cabin they'd started sharing, but that didn't last. Confusion fell over his features. The room was covered in plants and paper and other things. "What the hell, Marguerite?"