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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]

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.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Uh huh.

[relaxes a little]

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?

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

Continual.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

... yeah? Want me to try neuropressure again?