For some reason, it was only yesterday that I realized Memorial Day weekend was upon us. I am sooooo looking forward to a three-day weekend with only one social event to attend. There will be much writing of fanfic and sitting around in sweats. Lolling and indolence! The three weeks after that are going to be INSANE, so I think the indolence is
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Only she sees amusement in that quirked eyebrow, anger in the narrowing of his eyes. She alone sees in that subtle twist of Spock's lips his disdain for the boistrous humans who surround him, who feel the need to announce their every thought aloud, no matter how foolish or unimportant.
And only Nyoto hears what Spock never utters. Those words, those few words, unspoken but not unsaid between them, are hers and hers alone.
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(Dang if you haven't made me nostalgic for my own college days on top of it all!)
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He learned it twice - with kendo, with his grandfather, and again later, when he took up the more western art of fencing. He hasn't learned any other martial arts, hasn't had the inclination, but he's observed quite enough to know that this is de rigueur, a constant no matter what style you learn.
And yet, he muses with a slight smile, watching with keenly amused eyes as their captain takes on four men twice his size with an exuberant grin, James Kirk has never learned this.
Sulu suspects he never will.
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