(relaxed expressions now come easily, lifting the bottle with an adoring smile across the table. spock has, over the years, blown his expectations out of the water. it might've been an uncomfortable road for him to walk, but his personality has never shined so brightly, silvery and soothing like the cool light of the moon.)
I believe you've given me far more insight than I'm due, Mr. Spock; I can deduce the rest. (kirk responds, hazarding a glance up as he rolls the bottle to catch errant droplets of sparkling wine. what little he's missed seeps into the fabric of the napkin secured in a knot at the neck.)
Illogically, breakfast on vacation tastes better than breakfast elsewhere. I enjoyed the quiet and I enjoyed discussing our separate plans for the day... it shouldn't have surprised me that you agreed to come to Marilla, but, despite its newness and the obvious scientific marvels, it is more of a tourist destination. A getaway from work.
(spock has always been averse to taking shore leave and has accrued a staggering amount of leave. the amusement shows in the creasing of kirk's eyes, pouring himself a glass of wine before investigating his eggplant with a thoughtful tilt of his head.)
If I didn't know any better I'd think you were trying to spoil me. What, my friend, is a hirat?
[ He'll deduce the rest, will he? That's almost a dangerous thought. It is, after all, deductions without outright answers that led to their last serious disagreement about their potential relationship status. However... that in turn also led here. To both of them seated at this table, sharing wine and company, with Spock's heart beating a rapid hum in his side in spite of a regally calm expression.
It is, of course, illogical. There is no reason for a heightened, excited physical response on his part. No cause for anxiety when he is in the company of his best friend, his soulmate. A man who has judged only the quality of his work and his acceptance of himself. ]
A clustered fruit native to Vulcan, botanically similar to your berries and aesthetically likened to grapes in particular. I will ensure that you have the opportunity to sample it in the future. I will also suggest that you have botany reviews added to your mandatory training.
[ His glass is raised, then, just enough to indicate the expectation of a very human toast. ]
If you would like to take this trip out of my accumulated leave, I will accept. I do believe, however, that I shall be required to spend more of my time here relaxing in order to best utilize that time. I should prefer company.
No, no, your staggering amount of accumulated leave should remain intact. You'll break a record eventually. Instead, I encourage you to use some of that time writing up a report on my many oversights when we're back on the Enterprise, Mr. Spock, (kirk returns, eggplant entirely forgotten in his nervous excitement to be toasted by his best friend and soulmate. he's in deeper trouble than he could've possibly imagined.
his defence response?)
If there are any Vulcans on board equipped with the knowledge necessary to instruct me on their planet's flora, I'd like nothing more than to brush up with them privately on the subject. (a blatantly suggestive remark and bid for physical contact, the light of their candle dancing in his eyes.) ... here's to relaxing in good company.
(he tips his glass towards spock's to touch their edges together with an outcry of crystal. pure, if the clarity of the ring is to be believed, and perhaps denser than he anticipated. it isn't loud, but long enough for him to still the vibration with his fingers.)
I would still like to experience the art museum with you, and there's an exhibit elsewhere on the unique terraforming they've done in this province. Apart from that, is there anything else you'd like to see before our time in Marilla comes to an end? Anywhere you'd like to go?
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I believe you've given me far more insight than I'm due, Mr. Spock; I can deduce the rest. (kirk responds, hazarding a glance up as he rolls the bottle to catch errant droplets of sparkling wine. what little he's missed seeps into the fabric of the napkin secured in a knot at the neck.)
Illogically, breakfast on vacation tastes better than breakfast elsewhere. I enjoyed the quiet and I enjoyed discussing our separate plans for the day... it shouldn't have surprised me that you agreed to come to Marilla, but, despite its newness and the obvious scientific marvels, it is more of a tourist destination. A getaway from work.
(spock has always been averse to taking shore leave and has accrued a staggering amount of leave. the amusement shows in the creasing of kirk's eyes, pouring himself a glass of wine before investigating his eggplant with a thoughtful tilt of his head.)
If I didn't know any better I'd think you were trying to spoil me. What, my friend, is a hirat?
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It is, of course, illogical. There is no reason for a heightened, excited physical response on his part. No cause for anxiety when he is in the company of his best friend, his soulmate. A man who has judged only the quality of his work and his acceptance of himself. ]
A clustered fruit native to Vulcan, botanically similar to your berries and aesthetically likened to grapes in particular. I will ensure that you have the opportunity to sample it in the future. I will also suggest that you have botany reviews added to your mandatory training.
[ His glass is raised, then, just enough to indicate the expectation of a very human toast. ]
If you would like to take this trip out of my accumulated leave, I will accept. I do believe, however, that I shall be required to spend more of my time here relaxing in order to best utilize that time. I should prefer company.
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his defence response?)
If there are any Vulcans on board equipped with the knowledge necessary to instruct me on their planet's flora, I'd like nothing more than to brush up with them privately on the subject. (a blatantly suggestive remark and bid for physical contact, the light of their candle dancing in his eyes.) ... here's to relaxing in good company.
(he tips his glass towards spock's to touch their edges together with an outcry of crystal. pure, if the clarity of the ring is to be believed, and perhaps denser than he anticipated. it isn't loud, but long enough for him to still the vibration with his fingers.)
I would still like to experience the art museum with you, and there's an exhibit elsewhere on the unique terraforming they've done in this province. Apart from that, is there anything else you'd like to see before our time in Marilla comes to an end? Anywhere you'd like to go?