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Send me two names and my character will react to accidentally walking in on those two in bed with each other.

"Yeah… it’ll feel weird too for a while. You’ll get used to feeling a breeze eventually, and if you ever go to Palaven you’ll need that arm covered up with rad resistant clothing… but you know." Cass shrugged and cleared his throat. "That’s just top of my head stuff." They rounded the corner and sure enough, the bar was right there ready and welcoming. Cass stepped up to and opened the door for Tavi with a smile and a tilt of his head. "After you, ‘not a cutey pie’."

"I'm ex-military, kiddo. Seen my fair share of bad burns or injuries that result in plates falling off and a looooot of grumbling about shore leave being ruined." Cass followed him inside, hands to his pockets and leading them up to the front bar stools. "The skin also won't breath as well either, so you'll feel a lot hotter in that spot in the sun." He continued before taking the first availble stool, knocking the counter to get him a turn of the bartenders head and then pointed to him and tavi and held up one finger for one drink.

"Just one around the corner actually. It’s not great but its clean and quiet and cheap?" Cass chuckled before thumping Tavi on the back gently and tilting his head in the indicated direction. Hands to his pockets, he began to lead the turian at a leiserly pace. "…So you healing up good?"

"Clean, quiet, and cheap, works for me."  Even if his normal bars were noisy and sometimes a little shaky on the clean part.  The question made him pull one hand out of his pocket to show where the plate was missing on his forearm.  "It’s healed over, think it’s kinda where it’s supposed to be at with healin’.  Looks weird though."  His fingers dipped into the space where the plate was gone from.

"Yeah... it'll feel weird too for a while. You'll get used to feeling a breeze eventually, and if you ever go to Palaven you'll need that arm covered up with rad resistant clothing... but you know." Cass shrugged and cleared his throat. "That's just top of my head stuff." They rounded the corner and sure enough, the bar was right there ready and welcoming. Cass stepped up to and opened the door for Tavi with a smile and a tilt of his head. "After you, 'not a cutey pie'."

"No, this is a ‘i want a drink and to talk’ thing. Completely harmless and innocent I promise." Cass’ grin remained and he held his hands up defensively after reattaching his omnitool to his wrist. "We haven’t gotten word in post shindig with those bloodpack yahoos. Figured we could debrief."

Tavi hummed, then nodded.  ”Alright.  Drink and a… debriefing?  I guess.  Or just regular old talking I’m good with doing just regular talking too, heh.”  He shoved his hands into his pockets.  ”What bar?”

"Just one around the corner actually. It's not great but its clean and quiet and cheap?" Cass chuckled before thumping Tavi on the back gently and tilting his head in the indicated direction. Hands to his pockets, he began to lead the turian at a leiserly pace. "...So you healing up good?"

Cass relinquished control of his omnitool with a sigh, eyes rolling and looking up into the air before chuckling and gently nudging Tavi’s side. “I’m not on duty right now, heh. I can be as not serious as I want.” He paused then and fluttered mandibles, “…Wanna get a drink?” smiling at the turian widely. “My treat.”

Tavi blinked, then glanced up at him, having typed his name in how he wanted it.  ”…A drink huh?  On you?”  His mandibles fluttered.  ”Alright.  Sure, I’ll take that, I like free drinks.”  He stood up, handing his omnitool back, then paused.  ”This isn’t a guilt thing is it?”

"No, this is a 'i want a drink and to talk' thing. Completely harmless and innocent I promise." Cass' grin remained and he held his hands up defensively after reattaching his omnitool to his wrist. "We haven't gotten word in post shindig with those bloodpack yahoos. Figured we could debrief."

"If not Little Guy or Cutey Pie… Small fry? Tavi Cry? Wonder why… Maybe sly? Definitely not high… better not pry." Cass hummed to himself for a moment then typed at his omnitool again, a sarcastic pout on his face before hitting enter, "There. It now says Tavi-wavi."

Tavi leaned over and tried to type into the omnitool himself.  ”How about just Tavi, spirits, Tavi works fine for everybody else y’know.  What’re you doin’ with all this rhymin’ anyway, ain’t you supposed to be a serious cop?”

Cass relinquished control of his omnitool with a sigh, eyes rolling and looking up into the air before chuckling and gently nudging Tavi's side. "I'm not on duty right now, heh. I can be as not serious as I want." He paused then and fluttered mandibles, "...Wanna get a drink?" smiling at the turian widely. "My treat."

"No I suppose not…" Cass opened his omnitool and after a few seconds scrolling went, "A-ha! Changing contact to say… cuuuutey… piiiiie." Then hit the enter key. "There! Cutey Pie. No longer little guy, and it rhymes!"

"That was a M-I-S-T-A-K-E. As in meant for the wife and sent to you! I have you as ‘little guy’ which is right beside ‘Lu’. Cass threw his hands up and groaned.

"Wait a second, little guy?"  He huffed, mandibles fluttering.  "I’m not little!  In any way!"

"No I suppose not..." Cass opened his omnitool and after a few seconds scrolling went, "A-ha! Changing contact to say... cuuuutey... piiiiie." Then hit the enter key. "There! Cutey Pie. No longer little guy, and it rhymes!"

"Is that why I got a dick pic?"  Tavi grinned.

"That was a M-I-S-T-A-K-E. As in meant for the wife and sent to you! I have you as 'little guy' which is right beside 'Lu'. Cass threw his hands up and groaned.