102 | [Voice]

[with_discipline]

[Backdated a bit to before the end of the flood:]

[Private to Trip]

Meet me in my room.

[Spam for Rhade]

[Immediately after this, T'Pol headed for Rhade's room. She was quick, but not without care, and checked the hall several times before slipping down the corridor to knock on his door.]

Comments

[Spam] I'm out right now, but will be back later.

[majorum_pride]

[He comes and answers the door, since his is not a whoosh door, and silently gestures her in.]

[Spam] Kk!

[with_discipline]

[T'Pol slips inside with one last glance over her shoulder.] Tell me.

[Spam]

[majorum_pride]

He berated me for offering myself to him. [He wants to touch her. He wants to badly. He wants to touch and be touched by someone that he actually likes again. But instead, he balls his fists into his hands at his sides.]

[Spam]

[with_discipline]

[T'Pol pressed her lips together in a firm, thin line, staring at Rhade - though she was considering Kirk, and how satisfying it would be to see both versions dead. They could kill each other, if they were both here.

And she knows Rhade. She knows how he works, but it's still a battle to set aside her desire for space. T'Pol takes a step toward him, awkwardly reaching out a hand to touch his arm, a silent invitation.]

[Private]

[inhistorybooks]

Why? [ALL THE SUSPICION, YOU VERY ATTRACTIVE ALIEN WOMAN >>]

[Private]

[with_discipline]

[You are an easily fooled moron, Trip. :|] I've - been cruel to you, and I need your assistance. I'd like to make up for it.

[Private]

[inhistorybooks]

[Yes. :c] Why?

[Private]

[with_discipline]

I need your help.