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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]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

Tilt your head higher and breathe in deeply.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Aww, I was getting comfortable looking at your face.

[does so]

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

[eyequirk again, then positioning his fingers along the front-base of Kirk's throat, pressing in at certain points where his clavicle meets the muscles of the neck. if Spock wanted to he could easily press in to cut off Kirk's air from this position.]

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

[good thing you're not mad at me or anything :|a half-closes his eyes.]

What?

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

... Pardon?

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

You gave me a look.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

More specifically, I was looking down at you.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

And I'm looking up. I kinda like it.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

What is there to like, precisely?

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

The way your face looks from this angle?

[reaches up]

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

[stills]

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

[rests it on the side of Spock's face]

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

...

You do realize, Jim, that this action would be considered intimate contact by Vulcan standards?

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Yeah, and?

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.

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.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

But you're in a bad mood now.

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.