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[gotgreenmagic]

Who: Shego & Kirk
What: Thievery and adolescence.
Where: The kitchen, maybe elsewhere
When: Friday, mid-afternoon
Warnings: Pfft unlikely.

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[captain_jtkirk]

In the eight or so months that he'd been paired with Shego, Kirk had learned that if there was silence for more than a week, or if she didn't make any peep come flood or port time, something was wrong.

Given that all of the Inmates had been de-aged in some form, Jim had a pretty good guess of what happened to her. So he gave her a day to wallow and when she still didn't surface? Yeah that's when he grabbed the item and went to find her.

He didn't expect to find her in the kitchen (and that was definitely her since you know. Being the only green person on the ship really singled a person out), since she seemed to thoroughly hate kitchen duty. Not that he really expected anything else, she was going to hate all jobs that he had for her but he wasn't going to let her sit around her room anymore. Even if he had to go drag her out of there every single day himself.

Jim watched the little kleptomaniac for a moment before clearing his throat. "What are you doing?"

[gotgreenmagic]

Shego (who had been making respectable progress, thank you, although the locks were tougher going than she was used to) jumped at the voice and turned, jamming the pin into the back pocket of her jeans.

"Nothing," she said flatly, sticking her chin out.

He was kind of young for an evil scientist. She supposed they had goons or henchmen or something.

[captain_jtkirk]

"You're never doing nothing," Kirk replied, giving her a look for a few moments before he rolled his eyes and gestured at her leave the locked refrigerators alone for now.

"Look, I get that you're mad because you're like twelve again but we'll spar as long as you want. Or something. I'm not letting you drink, sorry."

[gotgreenmagic]

She took a moment to attempt to process that.

"Drinking is for losers," she said automatically. "And I don't know who you are, but you're not gonna trick me into thinking stuff that's not true, like how I've been here for a long time or how I'm really a grown-up or anything like that."

She squared her shoulders, lifted one hand and let the glow flare up - turning it on was something she'd mastered much quicker than turning it off.

"Now you better get lost or I'm really gonna hurt you."

Hopefully the evil scientists didn't keep the goons appraised of their power-stealing progress.