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[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Who: Orion
Where: Orion dorms!
When: Day 114, around noon.
What: Catching up on team stuff.

Comments

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Yeah, and?

[forgotmynuts.insanejournal.com]

There was a game while you were gone and I didn't want to take the memory alone... with what the last one was like.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

[nnnnnnnnnnnnot moving, thought his facial expressions show clearly how conflicted he's feeling at the moment]

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

[blinks a little at that]

Spock?

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

[-- face goes blankish again]

I cannot continue with the neuropressure if your arm remains raised.

[forgotmynuts.insanejournal.com]

[coming in a little after him, having just finished in the garden]

Are you still working on the mission from the black team?

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

[nods]

Let's alternate, then.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Yeah. yeah.

[drops it]

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

[continues :| totally no facial expressions here :|]

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

[uh huh]

Are you pouting?

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

[headtilt]

Pouting ... a disdainful grimace, a fit of sulking or sullenness, to push out one's lips, to be or pretend to be ill-tempered, to sulk ...

No, I am not pouting, Jim.

[forgotmynuts.insanejournal.com]

All right.

[deep breath in case it's bad... and then takes it, and looks mildly irritated but no other reaction]

I got a recipe.

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Recipe?

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

But you're in a bad mood now.

[forgotmynuts.insanejournal.com]

Yeah. He said it was for a burrito... but I think he actually taught me how to make spring rolls and kebabs. That guy is so weird...

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

He just called it a burrito. Okay.

... think you could make it here?

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

I am applying neuropressure, nothing more.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

So you're in a good mood?

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

There is no "mood" to speak of.

[forgotmynuts.insanejournal.com]

I could make cabbage wraps, or... I guess spring rolls, though it would take me longer to make the wrappers and we don't have lizard fat for frying all the time. But a kebab wouldn't be a problem, I don't think.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Uh huh.

[relaxes a little]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Then I wanna try one.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

[:| :| :| keeps going, this time concentrating on the points of Kirk's shoulders]

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

[relaxes moreee]

How've your nightmares been?

[forgotmynuts.insanejournal.com]

Okay! I think we should have the ingredients. Do you want me to make both of them tonight?