{.Somehow I'll Return Again.} [Spock .50 | Open]
[It had been some time since Jim (or one of them- he was more than positive that it had been .55) had shown up with the coloring books and crayons he had threatened him with before this whole…incident under the pretense of “improving hand-eye coordination after all that.” He wasn’t so terrible that he couldn’t see through it, but he also couldn’t bring himself to fight over the thing- he had simply bowed his head in silence and done as he was told.
Now, though, the thing lay open in his lap, the picture only half-finished as he stared at nothing in particular off to his left, hands folded and resting on top of the forgotten children’s activity.
So much... so many explanations that needed giving, and he didn’t know where to begin. But he had to start somewhere.]
((YAY SPOCK IS FINALLY BACK. Come forth and poke.))
Now, though, the thing lay open in his lap, the picture only half-finished as he stared at nothing in particular off to his left, hands folded and resting on top of the forgotten children’s activity.
So much... so many explanations that needed giving, and he didn’t know where to begin. But he had to start somewhere.]
((YAY SPOCK IS FINALLY BACK. Come forth and poke.))