[voice]

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[And instead of the usual clipped British tones, you get...southern gentleman

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HE IS SO A HEADBUDDY GDI

[with_discipline]

[Vulcans suck with their lack of emotions. Suck so bad even T'Pol thinks so becaus what. What does she do. So excuse her being quiet, she's ~controlling~ herself.]

Trip.

HE'S MORE OF A...BODYBUDDY? IDK

[tactical_alert]

T'Pol.

...I know you weren't really expecting the likes of me to show up. Sorry about hijacking Malcolm for a bit, but. [She can't hear the shrug, but it's there.] I'm here now.

...NOW THAT JUST SOUNDS KINKY.

[with_discipline]

Where are you? [AND FOR HOW LONG but she's not gonna say that yet.]

STFUUUU

[tactical_alert]

Well apparently he was right in the middle of gettin' himself a bite to eat, so--would you like to join me for dinner?

NEVAAAAR and spam

[with_discipline]

I'll be there shortly.

[And by shortly she means, do you know how fast Vulcans can move when they want to? Because they can move pretty damn fast, and that's just what T'Pol's doing right now. Down she goes to the dining hall, hovering in the doorway until she spots him. And. Hovering some more when she does this isn't fair. D:]

OH GOODY ACTION SPAMMY TIME

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[Oh yes, he knows pretty damn well how fast Vulcans can move. He's waaaiiiting for yoooou, and he gives an awkward little wave when he sees her in the doorway. He, uh. He understands if she doesn't really wanna come over. :\]

MM MM GOOD SPAM

[with_discipline]

[Just so we're super, super clear: THIS. ISN'T. FAIR. T'Pol hesitates just a moment longer before making her way to his table and. Sitting because it's that or jump his bones, and that's just a bad thing all over.].

How? [What her voice isn't strained or anything.]

omnomnom delishus spamz

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[Hey, he wouldn't really mind her jumping his bones...]

That's a kinda complicated question. I'm just here. Isn't that enough?

Now I'm hungry. :|

[with_discipline]

[Like that won't be awkward later. Oh hell, it's never not awkward, they need to find some place private. And NO THAT ISN'T ENOUGH, TRIP. SCIENCE DEMANDS ANSWERS but she's just reaching out to lightly touch his hand. Purely for the sake of gaining scientific evidence. Really.]

You died. How can it be enough?

BIG TABLE-O-FOOD

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[And he'll just take her hand in both of his for purely non-scientific reasons, how about that.]

...You're right. I dunno what I was thinking, sayin' that. [He kind of laughs a little. Sup awkward.] I guess a round of apologies are in order.

AND YOU SAIDTHERE WERE NO HEADBUDDIES.

[with_discipline]

[Oh hi hands. That is. Huh. Trip. D: She's curling her fingers around his.]

For your reckless actions? Yes. [Whyyyyy so dumb, Trip. D:]

WELL THAT'S A DIFFERENT HEADBUDDY ISN'T IT :|

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[He doesn't knoooow. D:]

I was just doing what I though I had to do. ...But I know that doesn't make up for pullin' that stunt I did.

...WE NEED HEADBUDDIES ON THE BARGE. :|

[with_discipline]

No, it doesn't. [That totally wasn't a hint of anger there, either. Or frustration. Nope.] We would have been all right.

WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT :|

[tactical_alert]

You don't know that. I had to do something. [But nothing excuses it, and he knows it, which is why he's staring down at the tabletop instead of at her.]

DO YOU REALIZE HOW ~EPIC~ IT WOULD BE?

[with_discipline]

[She could argue, I mean, they do tend to argue a lot. It's kind of. Normal for them. But she has no idea how long this is for and it's killing her a little. So a random change of topic because she doesn't know how totell him what she wants to.]

The captain managed to give his speech.

YEAH BUT

[tactical_alert]

Finished writing it at the last minute, I bet. [Hey. Jon is definitely a better topic right now.] Probably the kinda thing he goes down in history for.