(glances at travis' text message in the middle of correcting test papers completed by his students a few days prior, then goes back to marking after a quick:)
kirk puts his tablet down and picks up his phone to reread it, immediately standing up with a bang of his knee on the underside of the kitchen table. spock, tinkering elsewhere, gets a half-hearted "fine, fine–" despite not having asked.
his shoulders hunch, thumbs tapping out a speedy reply.)
surely, because yashiki, who is undoubtedly a man of hidden passion and deep yearning, would never do such a thing. yashiki, who is unquestionably in love with the idea of love and all the cherished memories such a romantic confession could create, would never tell someone such an intimate, life-changing, soul-lifting thing over a string of text messages.
oh, the humanity. oh, they're all so frail and easily consumed by the new and "better" method of communicating with one another. what sad times are these. the thrill of the chase, the courtship, the longing!
creasing eyes stare out momentarily from between his fingers, wearing a smile as he seats himself to respond.)
While I don't agree in the slightest with the method, the fact that he's come so far out of his shell is heartening. I'd like to hear all the details if you're currently "in the know."
Maybe he'll accept a few pointers from a couple of understandably concerned and delighted friends.
(oh god, yashiki's love interest is another gentleman and not whoever this miss "mary" is. what an outstanding misunderstanding.)
It is a significant moment for them both. It's possible Yashiki's love interest was expecting a more romantic display. There's still time to remedy the situation, but he has to be straightforward with his intentions.
Travis, I haven't the faintest idea. At this point, I'm less concerned about the awkwardly sincere confession this mystery man is receiving than I am about the woman messaging me about Yashiki having ownership over her.
Let's suppose that Yashiki does, in fact, own her. Would this make her some sort of indentured servant? It's such strange news that I don't know what to make of it, but I do intend to ask him the question directly.
Starfleet regulations on non-interference prohibit me from involving myself in most matters like this, even if I'm well-intentioned. We may all be from Earth, but any world that isn't our own should be considered alien in nature.
It's possible that they'll have customs we are unable to understand or have difficulty accepting.
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jim i think yashiki just told somebody he loved them OVER TEXT, PLEASE HELP ME HELP HIM
1/?
How wonderful for him. He must be thrilled.
2/?
(wait.)
3/?
kirk puts his tablet down and picks up his phone to reread it, immediately standing up with a bang of his knee on the underside of the kitchen table. spock, tinkering elsewhere, gets a half-hearted "fine, fine–" despite not having asked.
his shoulders hunch, thumbs tapping out a speedy reply.)
You're joking.
4/?
surely, because yashiki, who is undoubtedly a man of hidden passion and deep yearning, would never do such a thing. yashiki, who is unquestionably in love with the idea of love and all the cherished memories such a romantic confession could create, would never tell someone such an intimate, life-changing, soul-lifting thing over a string of text messages.
no, he's not projecting.)
5/?
oh, the humanity. oh, they're all so frail and easily consumed by the new and "better" method of communicating with one another. what sad times are these. the thrill of the chase, the courtship, the longing!
romance and beauty are dead.)
6/6, IT'S 1AM AND I HAD TOO MUCH COFFEE
creasing eyes stare out momentarily from between his fingers, wearing a smile as he seats himself to respond.)
While I don't agree in the slightest with the method, the fact that he's come so far out of his shell is heartening. I'd like to hear all the details if you're currently "in the know."
Maybe he'll accept a few pointers from a couple of understandably concerned and delighted friends.
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im not sure what happened but theyre in person now
dont get excited yet, apparently the dude is pissed
[I MEAN, WHO WOULDN'T BE. Travis massages his temples with his finger and thumb before he sends a follow-up]
i honestly didnt even know he liked this guy.
hes a friend he knew from home, though. yashiki says
[well. even he can't help a smile as he types the next bit.]
he's his first love and hes loved him for a very long time.
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(oh god, yashiki's love interest is another gentleman and not whoever this miss "mary" is. what an outstanding misunderstanding.)
It is a significant moment for them both. It's possible Yashiki's love interest was expecting a more romantic display. There's still time to remedy the situation, but he has to be straightforward with his intentions.
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well you can probably imagine lol
[he's so confused by all of this, especially Mary in his inbox-- is Yashiki some kind of prince or something....]
exactly! that's what i told him too.
i just hope he doesnt panic too bad
he had no idea that a confession over text was a bad idea, like genuinely
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What the devil is that all about?
(like genuinely concerned for mary's well-being)
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wtf
is it mary? she's messaging me too
she keeps calling him 'Lord Yashiki' but i never heard anything about OWNERSHIP
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Let's suppose that Yashiki does, in fact, own her. Would this make her some sort of indentured servant? It's such strange news that I don't know what to make of it, but I do intend to ask him the question directly.
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i think this is a lot weirder than yashiki having a servant
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Starfleet regulations on non-interference prohibit me from involving myself in most matters like this, even if I'm well-intentioned. We may all be from Earth, but any world that isn't our own should be considered alien in nature.
It's possible that they'll have customs we are unable to understand or have difficulty accepting.
2/2
(james tiberius kirk)
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i hear you loud and clear captain
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