"Heh, maybe. That would look pretty funny," he ruffled his hair, tugging
him along.
The rest of the rides passed in something of a blur, flitting from one
place to another, usually with one more picture in his pocket, stopping for
a few characters along the way. Kirk couldn't remember the last time he'd
had a day purely about fun an enjoying something. So much of his life was
wrapped up in Star Fleet, and that usually involved part of his day having
to do with work or researching something or making a report. Even when he
was home with Caboose he would something small to do here and there, unable
to keep his hands out of it. But this was different. This needed to be just
them, all about them, and nothing else filtering in through the edges. It
was going to be a special weekend, and he owed it to Caboose to be his
entirely, not have his attention split, no matter how small that fraction
might be.
Eventually they left to check into the hotel room - a large suite with a
perfect view of the park and the surrounding grounds. Picturesque was the
word Kirk thought the website had used to describe it and it certainly
lived up to it. It even came complete with two Mickey towel creations
holding hands on the bed. They had time to settle their things and change
their clothes before heading back into the park for dinner at Cinderella's
Castle, which was a fair bit more ornate than one might expect, but it was
Dinner after all.
A glittering hall, tables dressed in shimmering fabric to mimic
Cinderella's dress, drinks served in crystal glasses and plates made of the
same, sculptures of crystal mice holding up the candles, wrapped with pink
ribbon. All allusions to the film, he was sure, but he hadn't ever actually
watched it. Still, it made quite the picture and that was what counted. He
would just have to trust the recommendations of the rep... and normally he
would never consider doing this kind of thing, but Caboose was... special.
Very special. And when someone was special and you loved them, you wanted
this moment to be something they'd never forget, that they'd truly
appreciate, so any ordinary way of going about this simply wasn't going to
do. In fact most ordinary guys wouldn't love Disney quite this much, but
hey, he wasn't dating an ordinary guy, he was dating Caboose.
"How's your dinner?" he asked Caboose as he cut into his own steak. God he
missed real meat. Well, the stuff on the Enterprise was real, but the term
was used very loosely.
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"Heh, maybe. That would look pretty funny," he ruffled his hair, tugging him along.
The rest of the rides passed in something of a blur, flitting from one place to another, usually with one more picture in his pocket, stopping for a few characters along the way. Kirk couldn't remember the last time he'd had a day purely about fun an enjoying something. So much of his life was wrapped up in Star Fleet, and that usually involved part of his day having to do with work or researching something or making a report. Even when he was home with Caboose he would something small to do here and there, unable to keep his hands out of it. But this was different. This needed to be just them, all about them, and nothing else filtering in through the edges. It was going to be a special weekend, and he owed it to Caboose to be his entirely, not have his attention split, no matter how small that fraction might be.
Eventually they left to check into the hotel room - a large suite with a perfect view of the park and the surrounding grounds. Picturesque was the word Kirk thought the website had used to describe it and it certainly lived up to it. It even came complete with two Mickey towel creations holding hands on the bed. They had time to settle their things and change their clothes before heading back into the park for dinner at Cinderella's Castle, which was a fair bit more ornate than one might expect, but it was Dinner after all.
A glittering hall, tables dressed in shimmering fabric to mimic Cinderella's dress, drinks served in crystal glasses and plates made of the same, sculptures of crystal mice holding up the candles, wrapped with pink ribbon. All allusions to the film, he was sure, but he hadn't ever actually watched it. Still, it made quite the picture and that was what counted. He would just have to trust the recommendations of the rep... and normally he would never consider doing this kind of thing, but Caboose was... special. Very special. And when someone was special and you loved them, you wanted this moment to be something they'd never forget, that they'd truly appreciate, so any ordinary way of going about this simply wasn't going to do. In fact most ordinary guys wouldn't love Disney quite this much, but hey, he wasn't dating an ordinary guy, he was dating Caboose.
"How's your dinner?" he asked Caboose as he cut into his own steak. God he missed real meat. Well, the stuff on the Enterprise was real, but the term was used very loosely.