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Leaning against the large window that made the observation deck above the C-Sec cafeteria, arms folded, legs crossed like he didn't have a care in the universe in that moment, Titus leered down, with blazing violaceous eyes. He watched the troops move about at lunch in their territorial groups. The enforcement sat with their own, as did investigations, customs, network, and special response and patrol groups. But what was more interesting, they were even more divided than that. They also sat in their species group. A few more brazen of the Turian men chatted and flirted with the Asari of their division. But these were no meek maids; these were hardened, commandos. And usually knew how to put down a Turian male gently, or not so gently.
Then there were the Salarian's, who normally seemed more comfortable in customs, investigations or network divisions than being an actual ground troop. They usually bumbled together no matter what their division.
Then there was the tiny group of Humans,
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Leiada couldn't believe her eyes as she watched the two over the last few weeks. Painful, the only way to describe it, was painful. T.C had tried almost every method to get the ice princess to warm to him. He tried flirting, joking, and being clumsy, acting helpless and being overprotective. Watching him stand over her, helping her learn the tricks he picked up in his time with C-Sec was somewhat adorable. His tall height overshadowed her. She barely came up to his neck.
Every move in his Turian book of how to get someone to talk to you had been tried, tested and rejected. The Human didn't react to anything; she was so shut off from him. She reacted to others better. But only just.
But at this point, he'd given up altogether and just stood next to her as if she wasn't there. The most the two of them had ever said to each other was: 'Hey, there is this thing that needs investigating at some place' and then the other would say: 'Alright, let's move out.' They would then come back and fil
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Something was tingling Titus' nose He sniffed. It had a sweet scent about it; foreign but comforting, it somewhat reminded him a little of the Dolor* tress on the family estate. Still the tingling was getting unbearable as he tried to blow - whatever it was from off his face, but it wasn't relenting on its assault. He sneezed.
He peeled open his eyes to the barrage of the synthetic light, to see something fine and jet black in his face. It took him a few moments to realise what it was. It was Tori's dark, luxurious locks. It not tied up in that unusual style of hers, instead her locks, cascaded over and down her arm, like an inky waterfall. He marvelled at the mass of black in his face, before he pushed it away; noting its weight, its texture and how it slid through his talons like silk and shimmered in the light.
He reached to repeat the moment, never witnessing anything so miraculous in his life, but as his talons lightly scrapped against her head t