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[lena_mccoy]

[There's a tribble... on her shoulder.]

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So about to go to bed, but Jim insisted.

[needs_a_leash]

[And Jim's just going to give the little fluffy thing a poke.]

Heee! <3

[lena_mccoy]

[The tribble makes a distressed little sound and nearly rolls off Lena's shoulder. She catches it just in time, though, hardly looking up from her work and nestling it better against her neck.]

Jim, be nice.

Waaaaaas about to go to bed. /fail

[needs_a_leash]

I'm trying, but it's sitting right where I wanted to be nibbling.

Sorry? You should go to bed now.

[lena_mccoy]

James Kirk, there's absolutely no need for you to be gnawin' on me while I'm trying to work. The little guy here is actually helping.

[headofapin]

Is that a new kitten toy?

[lena_mccoy]

What?

[headofapin]

That...thing on your shoulder.

[lena_mccoy]

A tribble is not a cat toy, Gabriella.

[rightawaydoctor]

Uh, ma'am? You've got a... [She points.]

[lena_mccoy]

[Lena glances up at Christine, then at the tribble before going back to what she was doing.] I know.

[rightawaydoctor]

Right. Ok. Then I suppose my next question is why?

[lena_mccoy]

If I put him on my desk, he's more likely to roll away. But if he gets to snuggle, he'll stay put.