Fruit Loops are for Krogers (quadpower) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-09 15:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, kasumi goto, wrex |
"I'll miss you too. She didn't say anything about sexting, though."
Who: Wrex and Kasumiranda
When: A few days ago
Where: the Ranch
What: Unsuspecting turtle man is unususpecting
Status: complete
Rating: PG
Unsuspecting Wrex was unsuspecting. Lunch was just finishing and he was arguing with the contractor for his cabin. The man wanted a lot more money for less than satisfactory work and Wrex was having none of that. He shoved the specs into the man’s hand and snapped. “I want it done by the twentieth or I’ll find you in breach of contract. Suck on that.” He turned and marched off towards the medical building to speak to Faiza.
"Someone looks angry," Kasumi remarked, climbing out of her car. This morning had been... interesting. She wasn't quite herself, and she still wasn't sure what to think of that.
"Contractors. Should have just built it myself again." Wrex grumbled. Like the last one, he'd lovingly crafted it by hand, but this time he wanted to get him and Kasumi back into it as soon as possible. Part of him looked forward to it. They could make it their own.
"What do I owe the visit, Lawson?"
Kasumi hadn't originally intended on messing with Wrex. But when he left an opening like that, it was just too tempting to resist. "Just came to visit the sexiest krogan in town," she purred, in a very un-Miranda-like tone and accent.
Wrex blinked at her, then furrowed his eyebrows and mouthed his mouth as if he were saying ‘what the fuck’. Then he said out loud, “What the fuck?”
She laughed. "Sorry. It's me, Kasumi." She shrugged. "No idea how." She looked down at Miranda's body. "Now I know what Shepard was talking about."
“That’s... what?” Wrex rubbed a hand through his hair, staring at Miranda--Kasumi. Mirumi? “Did I miss something? This some kinda joke?” He scowled, squinting a bit, then looked around for a camera. He was clearly missing something!
Kasumi resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "After everything? The dreams, losing your memories, animals talking, Reapers... Weird things happen here, Wrex." She put her hands on her hips, smirking. "But not so weird as Miranda getting a sense of humor." Even the OC couldn't manage that.
“That is probably impossible,” he grumbled. Her body language was a lot like Kasumi’s... Then he figured it out. “What did we talk about when we first started...you know. What did we call that. I mean. Still call it, sometimes.”
Kasumi smirked. "Cupcakes," she said. "But Miranda wants me on a strict diet," she said, pouting theatrically. It was probably for the best, though. That could get very awkward later.
“....I think my mind still can’t wrap around this,” Wrex said, as he sunk onto the nearest chairlike object. Whatever it was creaked under his weight. No cupcakes? This sucked. “Strict diet, huh? Damn. That woman always did have a nice ass. Objectively. Yours is firmer.”
"And how would you know how firm Miranda's ass is?" she asked, smirking. As ridiculous as this whole situation was, she wasn't jealous. If anything, she was ready to get back in her body.
"Diet," Kasumi confirmed. "She was pretty specific about that." Kasumi could understand that. It seemed a little like violating their friend, which would be wrong. Still, it was a lot harder when Wrex was there in front of her. "Maybe Shepard will have an idea of something to do to get this fixed quickly." She sighed. "Until then, maybe I should find somewhere else to stay."
“I ‘m not going to let you just... be put out, Kasumi.” Wrex looked at her, then decided to look anywhere else that wasn’t leering at his girlfriend in another woman’s body. “That’s fair enough. The diet, I mean.” It suck still.
She shook her head. "It's not putting me out. It's just hard to stay on a diet when there's sweets right in front of me. I don't know if I have the willpower." She could find somewhere to stay.
Wrex couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Yeah. I...well you know what, I’m not saying a damn thing because anything I say will probably get me slapped. I miss you though.”
Kasumi grinned and shook her head. "I'll miss you too. She didn't say anything about sexting, though."
“Just not while driving,” Wrex said, giving her an almost cheeky (for him) grin. He walked over to her and put his hands on her shoulders. She seemed a little taller than she should be. “What about phone sex?”
"Also not while driving," she teased. "I think phone sex would be okay. As long as you're thinking of me." Miranda had been clear that Kasumi wasn't supposed to touch Wrex, but she hadn't said anything about touching herself.. Kasumi would have to figure that one out later.
“Only person I think about,” Wrex promised. “I’m less of a lech when I’m not all turtle-man and hormonal.” Because as a Krogan, Wrex had all sorts of urges. He had most of them as a human but they were tempered by experience. Kasumi had managed to reach in an crack a hard shell around his heart.
"Well, we're not trying to repopulate a race here. Less need for lechery." She smiled. "At least, less need until I'm back in my own body. After that, all bets are off."
There wouldn’t be much repopulating even then, but for once Wrex didn’t feel any sadness about that. Or even anger. He just felt a great deal of emotions for Kasumi, and wished he could pick her up and show her. Vigorously. Against the side of the building.
“Hopefully I won’t have a headache.”
"Better take it easy on the headbutting in the meantime, then." Kasumi smirked. "Give me a call later on, okay?" She wasn't quite sure who she was going to crash with, but it wouldn't be difficult with their built-in network of friends from the Normandy.
He wanted to reach out for her, and instead stood there, stoically. “Okay, I will. Be safe.”