[This post? Completely an accident. It goes up a little while after the flood ends, at the tail end of which tiny!Trip gave her chocolate. She had no idea what chocolate would do to her at five. The effects kind of...lasted
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[Trip heaves a massive sigh and goes to get Khoteth away from his puke. Because seriously cat, that is just disgusting.] Where d'you keep paper towels and like... anything sanitizing, God that's disgusting.
[It's all KINDS of grossness, and T'Pol is linefacing hard at it. It smells. So. Bad. Also LOL DO THEY HAV PAPER TOWELS IN THE FUTURE let's assume they do.]
Under the sink. Near the feline supplies. [Pointed look. Slightly thrown off by wobbly step, but.]
[The wobbly step gets a concerned look before Trip goes off to investigate under the sink for things to help clean up, and comes back with some futuristic Clorox wipes and paper towels.]
[He waits to make sure she's safely on the couch before starting to clean up the cat barf, nudging Khoteth out of the way as he tries to investigate what Trip's doing.]
[That gets an eye roll - what did you think he was going to do, T'Pol :| - before he stands up and goes to dispose of the mess, and wash his hands. He comes back over, sort of surveys the rest of the mess, and goes about picking that up too. Finally, cat food more or less cleaned up, he comes over to sit down next to her.]
[Why isn't he washing his hands again. She's flaring her nostrils. Now he smells like cat food.
But ultimately, her head has moved from feeling fuzzy to starting to pound, so on a very, very rare impulse - seriously when would she act on these except when drunk - she leans over to rest her head on his shoulder.] No.
[Wait, what is this. Trip is almost not really sure how to respond, and the action actually startles a sort of half-laugh out of him, but he carefully moves to put his arm around her, drawing her a little closer.]
No you aren't. You're laughing. [She is so not up to deciphering surprised laughter from amused laughter right now. Don't mind her eyes closing, she's just resting them.]
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Under the sink. Near the feline supplies. [Pointed look. Slightly thrown off by wobbly step, but.]
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Maybe you better sit down.
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I should not have listened to you. [Hnnn her head is swimming so hard.]
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[He waits to make sure she's safely on the couch before starting to clean up the cat barf, nudging Khoteth out of the way as he tries to investigate what Trip's doing.]
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No, but it was clearly an unknown substance. Trusting it was -- illogical.
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It was just chocolate.
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It was like giving a child alcohol.
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How was I supposed ta know?
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I should have.
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[Because ew. :|]
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Need me to get you anything?
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But ultimately, her head has moved from feeling fuzzy to starting to pound, so on a very, very rare impulse - seriously when would she act on these except when drunk - she leans over to rest her head on his shoulder.] No.
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I'm sorry I got you drunk.
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