James Tiberius Kirk (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
universal_charm) wrote2014-08-16 08:35 pm
universal_charm) wrote2014-08-16 08:35 pm
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Hunger Pains [ Action + Voice ]
[ There is a sudden and alarming amount of flailing going on as one sandy-furred tribble suddenly turns into one sand-haired (and very naked) Captain James Tiberius Kirk. He flails for a moment, brain working out the fact that he was no longer a ball and now had four limbs and tubular body. In fact, it was taking its time figuring out the fact it now had a lot of things tribbles did not have.
He sat on the floor, bleary for a minute, letting himself get used to the idea of being more than a few inches off the ground. Getting to his feet is another matter for his brain to work out, involving a lot of wobbling, but he eventually gets it. And he's happy about that. Having vague memories of being a living hairball aren't as pleasant or exciting as one might think, though thankfully no one had outright abused his poor little furball self. Most had been nice. He distinctly remembered a lot of petting. And eating.
Speaking of eating.... he was hungry. Like, really hungry.
Still naked, he located his little journal and flipped it open, also suddenly aware that he had been gone... awhile. Yeah, awhile. ]
So, who wants to treat me to a welcome back steak dinner? With a fully loaded bake potato on the side?
[ He'll worry about the need for clothing later. Sorry anyone else in the house. ]
He sat on the floor, bleary for a minute, letting himself get used to the idea of being more than a few inches off the ground. Getting to his feet is another matter for his brain to work out, involving a lot of wobbling, but he eventually gets it. And he's happy about that. Having vague memories of being a living hairball aren't as pleasant or exciting as one might think, though thankfully no one had outright abused his poor little furball self. Most had been nice. He distinctly remembered a lot of petting. And eating.
Speaking of eating.... he was hungry. Like, really hungry.
Still naked, he located his little journal and flipped it open, also suddenly aware that he had been gone... awhile. Yeah, awhile. ]
So, who wants to treat me to a welcome back steak dinner? With a fully loaded bake potato on the side?
[ He'll worry about the need for clothing later. Sorry anyone else in the house. ]
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[Folding her arms, she leans against the counter.]
Actually, his namesake is a lot like you.
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I'm a lot like a guy named Paris?
All right, this explanation I have to hear.
[ He turns to better face her, munching away on his toast. ]
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[She smirks as she says this, while reaching into the fridge for some milk and pouring herself a glass.]
Both of you like to fly at women at warp speed. You even look almost alike. Blue eyes, and almost the same color hair.
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I am going to take "arrogant pigs" as a term of endearment from you.
You sure he's not some descendant of mine?
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[Granted she knows nothing about David Marcus, and he died anyway. So.]
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Really? Huh... that's... kind of sad really. I don't want kids now, but maybe in the future.
[ Definitely no kids now. He was always careful about that. But sometimes he thought about it, about a family, and that one special person. Though with Spock it would have to be an adoption. ]