[Citadel] Le déjeuner sur l'herbe (closed)

Tellix Gallus liked to watch people, to bad for him he that he likes to talk to people more so his session of people watching often lasted less then five minutes after they started, with him trying to chat-up some random passerby. This time it was different, as he had someone to chat too.

Besides him sat a human, busy in a sketch-book somehow managing to concentrate through the avalanche of words that happens every time the turian (still in lime green body paint, and with a silver artificial toe,) opened his mouth.

"How about that one?" Tellix pointed towards an asari "wait no, you don't do chest-bumps... keep forgetting that, man you're picky. You should give it a go regardless, I mean mind sex... what about that one..." he pointed now to a ivory white turian whit a long fringe, the tips of which almost curled.

"Man I bet he gots a big one... hmm... You should draw faster, you're missing out are you still busy on that salarian,... I once went to Illium and met this one salarian who was a deviant, works in adult entertainment, man... those guys ARE flexible. Hey..."

He looked around, "we should get into the bushes once, you know I did that once with takky but then C-Sec found us and Takky thought he would get departed and he was so afraid but it didn't matter and then we found-out the name of the C-Sec officer and she agreed to meet us and did you know that C-Sec cuffs aren't good for play-time? Still we had fun so bouncy... Oh look at that guy I bet he's also bouncy, we'll never know..." he pointed at a jogging volus... (well wobbling really,) "to bad... do you think Reapers have an access port for mating? Hmm... hey are you listening?"

He poked a talon against the human's ribs.

Claude, for his part, showed remarkable patience in the face of his green friend's motor-mouthing. A few months of knowing Tellix had inoculated him to that somewhat. But that little poke in his ribs made him flinch. "Ow! Yes, yes, I'm listening," replied the frizzle-haired human, not even looking away from a salarian man in the distance, then back to his sketchpad. "Wait."

A beat passes. He looks over at the turian, confused.

"Salarians do porn?"

Tellix who had left the bench, and was lying on the grass field behind it, turned and twisted.

"Some do, most of the time it's not a pretty thing, just some souls that are desperate for a credit to fuel their drug addiction or pay off a debt. But sometimes, you get one that just likes sex and isn't afraid of doing it. Salarians consider it a disease in their own kind, a hormonal imbalance... something to pity and cure. But sometimes one of them decides that they don't want to be cured and well one of them just started a career in porn. He gets good credits for it too."

The turian rolled about, "He knows there are enough 'pervs' around who want to see a salarian do a two-nine split with a krogan to pay for his penthouse... I wonder if he survived the war, probably though he liked turians and asari and he's good enough at pleasing them that they would keep him around."

"Well, good for him! Sometimes you just have to follow your heart." A smirk crossed his gaunt face. "Or in this case, your loins. Hey hey hey wait, where are you going? No!" This outburst appeared directed at the salarian man that Claude had been doodling, who apparently decided that it was just about time to leave. "Ugh. This is all I'm getting out of this guy, then."

With a flick of his wrist, the pocket-sized book arced through the air and landed with a confident tap on Tellix's chest.

Tellix looks at the sketch, "It's a salarian! I recognize him because of the horns," some people might think he's patronizing Claude, but those who know Tellix know there's nothing mean to it, he genuinely happy to recognize the image and, it's the horns that made it click.

"You draw real well, you should make a living out of it, wait you do, that's good because you draw real well... Damn I'm repeating myself." there's a small puff of smoke that escapes from the turian's mouth. The sourse is quick to be found in the joint he's holding deftly between talons... "Man it's been YEARS since I had any hachix. Woo man this takes me back... you know the rumor about it making things sag isn't true."

Another puff of smoke... "So who're you going to draw next..."

Wondering why his turian friend hasn't tossed his sketchbook back yet, Claude leaned over to scoop it back up and... It was hard to miss that cloud billowing right into his face. "Tellix, have you been holding out on me?" He pointed at the joint. "Wait. Don't tell me you found that in the grass. AGAIN." He rolled his eyes, but in amusement, not annoyance, as he took his perch on the bench, scanning the park for... "Those two," he suddenly declared, gesturing over with his pencil to a young asari and a turian, who were having an animated chat under a tree. "They'll do."

But before he started, he cast another downward glance over to Tellix. "Seriously. You have no idea where that thing has been."

The turian sat up and crooked his head towards the couple, "they look nice... I wonder if they would be interested in a threesome... or foursome, sorry I forgotten about you."

He mulled on the other question for a second, "well from the imprints I would think it's another turian's mouth. Don't worry man it was put in a share stash, first come first severed kind of thing. Besides what could go wrong, it's just some hachix. Wait you can't have any if you're asking, humans don't do well with hachix like it hits them too hard or they get addicted or something."

"There you go again, putting random guys' things in your mouth." He chuckled to himself, already busy furiously scribbling into his notepad, going at it quickly just in case his latest marks wandered off too. Regarding the couple under the tree, he offered, "You know, I think they're just buddies. Just having a nice chat, relaxing, and enjoying the ambiance."

And then his pencil, which was a blur of motion just moments ago, stopped. Claude slumped his shoulders with a sigh, held his pencil flat to the page, and leaned back. "A year ago, I thought I'd never see that again."

"I don't blame you but well stuff worked out alright."

A rustle later and Claude felt Tellix's claws on his shoulder gently rubbing them. "So... how did you start drawing anyway? I mean professional like."

It will never not surprise Claude how a guy with six digits and vicious claws can give such excellent shoulder-rubs. Tellix had a gift for this! "Heh. I wouldn't call myself a professional," he admitted. "I don't get enough work! He laughed gently at his self-deprecating joke, and then he continued:

"I was supposed to go into business. I think I mentioned that once, didn't I? But I hated it. All suits and ties and briefcases and making bullshit deals with bullshit people." He paused to roll his shoulders back into Tellix's expert hands. "Mmmf. It's all very ritualized. You have to wear this, and you have to do your hair like this, and you have to talk like this, and you have to surrender yourself completely to the company. You never get to be yourself. It's suffocating. I mean, you must understand," implored Claude, as he turned his head to exchange looks over his shoulder with the turian standing behind him. "You run around in green paint all day, for God's sake. Nobody would buy anything from you. But it's not because there's anything wrong with you. It's because you don't want to play the part."

If it weren't for the fingers working so firmly into his deltoids, Claude might be awfully worked up about the subject. But there's something about a good shoulder rub that just makes you melt away. Claude, for his part, appeared to be melting right into the bench. "But when I'm drawing, or painting, or whatnot, I feel like I can stretch my legs and be myself. It doesn't make me want to strangle myself. And that's the most important thing there is. Right?"

"... Though there isn't a whole lot of money in it for me. At least food's free in the slums. It's nowhere near as good as the stuff I had back home in Marseilles, but you'd be surprised what you can do to make it palatable."

The turian grinned and rested his head on Claude's head, it looked like a totem-pole, at least he didn't stop the rubbing.

"I never told you my job did I?" he grinned, "I'll have you know that I'm the general sales manager for Takky's company, so I do in fact end-up selling a lot of things to a lot of people. Thing is that most people are more focused on results than to worry about you following the latest's fashion. As long as I wear a nice suit, am polite and can offer them something they like, they don't worry about the color of my plates. Or what I do in the evening."

He lifted his head from the human's head and gave the earlobe a gentle lick... "OH what about him! He has a great ass, I should know!" On the other side was Takkar, next to him was a small wobbling figure of a very young krogan.

"He's been showing off his son to every friend we have. They grow-up quickly, that's Tuchanka doing, you better be able to run within hours after birth if you want to survive in that place. Not just krogan either everything follows the rule."

Takky walked pass clearly not seeing Claude or his husband.

Claude gives his head a little jostle as Tellix sets his chin into the giant poof that he has for hair. "Huh. Maybe I'm just a bad salesman," he suggests with a little smile. "I'm still not going back to it. I'm happier this way. Poor! But happy."

He can't help but smile watching that tiny little krogan toddle around his much larger father. "Yeah, I heard that place is pretty brutal. I don't think I'll go on vacation there anytime soon. So! What's it like having a kid? It must be a big responsibility, even if he's not technically 'yours'..."

As Takkar and his son stroll past the two friends, a puzzled look comes to Claude's face. His brow furrows. "Aren't you going to say hello?"

"Nah, I would only delay him." Tellix said with a smile, "it's our private time so we try to keep contact to a minimum. It's actually good you know, if you don't see each other for a few hours the longing becomes stronger, you count the hours, the bond gets strong, and the sex gets better."

He ran his hand through the humans hair, his talons rasping softly against the scalp.

"Well on one hand it's harder to do stuff, to get a moment for yourself and stuff, on the other it's a krogan baby... they are incredibly strong so you don't really have to worry about something hurting him and more that he might break something."

Tellix really seemed to like Claude's hair. He must, because he was always playing with it. "Heh. No wonder you two are so fond of each other. You've got this all down to a science." He smiled widely.

"Human kids are pretty tough too. They're always running around, falling over -" He pantomimed with his hands, clapping them together. "- smashing themselves into things. And they cry about it for a few minutes before they're back on their feet, running around and smashing themselves into other things. It's surprising how much they can just let roll off their backs. I guess kids are just kids, no matter where they're from, huh?"

Claude then cast a look over by that tree where the asari and turian were talking earlier. It appeared that their conversation was over. "Oh, merde. They're gone."

"Yeah, still krogan kids don't really cry they kind of run into thing harder until the thing in question breaks." Tellix rubbed his fringe, "I'm pretty sure the guy could jump out of a window at this point and just shake it off... Takky said he did that when he was a kid and tried to escape his crib. That's why the windows are closed and the fields are activated..."

"Er, yeah, you won't see too many human kids surviving something like THAT...

His head lolled back, shoving that big curly mass of hair onto the turian's midsection as he passed the sketchpad up and over to him. "This is all I got of those two," he informs Tellix, sighing in resignation. "Before they ditched:"



"This is making me appreciate drawing you a lot more. At least you stay put! Hahaha!"

"Hmm That's very good," he passed the sketchpad back down, "well that was different, I was modeling and showing-off, so I couldn't just bolt."

"do artist do this often, like just drawing people at random?"

"And you make a damn good model. But then, it doesn't take much convincing to get you out of your clothes, does it?" He chuckled shortly, and then replied:

"Sometimes. It depends on the artist in question. I do it because it gets me drawing things that I normally wouldn't. That's really important." Claude then extended his index finger, wiggling one of Tellix's mandibles. "For example... Before I bumped into you, I couldn't draw a turian to save my life. Now, I'm getting paid for it! You, uh, taught me well." Look at that grin on his face.

"We're not difficult to draw..." he said wiggling his mandibles, "or to please in general."

"So are you going to draw more or can I finally whisk you away to a bush and have my way with you? Sex in the park is the best sex you can have in the park after all..."

Claude laughed. "As opposed to all the other kinds of sex in the park?" There was a soft tap as he playfully swatted his hand across the green turian's face. "You nympho." As if to answer his friend's question, he slid his sketchbook and pencil into his pocket. "Well... Right now I'm starving. Let's get a bite to eat and we'll talk about THAT later."

His eyes narrowed in a devious grin. "Not that I'll need much convincing."