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“I do not consent to any recording,” Shepard sneered while leaning closer to him. Garrus’ mandibles twitched as she entered his personal space. Slitted green eyes locked with his as her tone shifted to a darker pink. The same floral scent from this morning wrapped around him.
“I’m not recording,” Garrus said, flicking one mandible out in irritation as she approached him. He twisted the clear omni-tool band and threw it to her. “You can check yourself.”
There's something really satisfying about using a sniper rifle in Mass Effect 2 when you're romancing Garrus. Because at this point I don't think he's particularly interested in Shepard for her weird human flesh, but you gotta imagine that watching his potential lover take down mercenaries from long range does something for that dude.
“Of all the flowers you could have picked, you would choose one that is actively trying to eat you.”
“Chewdina would never eat me. He loves me. And I love you, don’t I, sweet boy?” she cooed, lifting the large globe to peer lovingly at her monstrous plant. The kympna lobe snapped at the air but, shockingly, didn’t lunge.
“It’s a plant, Shepard. It doesn’t love anybody.”
“Don’t be jealous, Garrus.”
“I’m not.”
Shepard hummed to her plant, oblivious to him.
“I’m…not.”
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He’s not jealous. Seven-foot alien husbands (who also happen to be built like a plated Adonis) don’t get jealous of tiny little man (and turian)-eating plants.