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[hischair]

When: 19th
Rating: TBC
Characters: You!
Summary: A shindig at the beach for the best navigator in Starfleet.
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[ OOC: Feel free to assume your character has received an invite to the party via their inbox or word of mouth for Chekov's birthday! Everyone is welcome except you, Khan and presents are mandatory for the Enterprise's young navigator. Please tag under either section to keep the party somewhat ordered, and have fun! ]

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[hischair]

I know, but he's touchy about getting replaced even if he won't say it. He's still feeling out how to rub along with you, y'know?

[ Doot doot, climbing those rockpools now. ]

[logistical]

Replaced?

[The surprise fades into worry.]

He intends to leave the ship?

[Because there's really no other way the word "replace" fits in with "crew" in Spock's mind. He's not capable of love but he attempts to treat everyone fairly.]

[hischair]

[ Sighing, he sits on a rock with his hands patting the damp lichen, ankles spread down either side like a boy. ]

We've been best friends for a long time. I haven't been as ... fond of anyone else, like I am of you, all that while. [ Jim shrugs. ] I don't want to tease him.

[logistical]

[Carefully sits down beside Jim, studies the ripples in the water.]

... Jealousy?

[A pause.]

Or fear?

[No offence bro but you do leave a lot of people :|]

[hischair]

He has nothing to be afraid of.

[ Leaning against him for a moment, he scoffs under his breath. It's a funny thing to need to put into words. ]

You and Bones are my first real friends.

[logistical]

[Spock looks at him intently. They shared a consciousness for a while, he knows plenty now. Jim wouldn't leave him or replace him. He can't.]

I am not the one who requires convincing.

[He picks out a starfish, and gently nudges it towards Jim so he can catch it.]

However, I am reliably informed that there are no guarantees... in such matters.

[hischair]

[ He holds the starfish carefully once scooped up, making sure the underside doesn't touch his palm. That intent look is returned, albeit shortly. ]

It'll be fine, don't worry. He likes you, otherwise he wouldn't grouse as much as he does.

[logistical]

He certainly made a valiant attempt to demonstrate otherwise.

[Made. Less so, now, when they're trying to get used to each other. Spock had seen McCoy crumble, and vice versa. It had affected them both. Made them more careful.]

Was he displeased with his gift? I did not inquire.

[hischair]

You should, because I'm not tattle-telling on anyone. To him or to you. [ The starfish is offered. ] You'll just have to make First Contact over and over again.

[logistical]

[He sighs inwardly, and takes the starfish, and is about to say something deep and profound about honestly being bad at human things when something weird about Jim's phrasing catches his eye instead.]

Tattle-telling? Is that not common amongst human children?

[hischair]

[ Deep and profound his ass, everyone's in shorts with sandy feet here. The wisest Jim's going to get is staying in good spirits. ]

Don't Vulcan children have something similar? Grassing up the kid who did something.

[logistical]

[Excuse u.]

We do not. No. If there is a trespass, it is dealt with promptly, and by the parties involved. It is not logical to do otherwise.

[hischair]

Even the sneakiest of Vulcans?

[ Implying youuu. ]

[logistical]

[Spock looks at him, suddenly, unfathomably human.]

Vulcan children can be cruel.

[hischair]

[ ... Spock, why. Those Goddamn eyes. ]

I wouldn't have let them.

[ Doesn't even need to think about saying it, and in reference to his favorite. ]

[logistical]

They thought less of me due to my mother. That, I did not mention to her, or to my father, until they provoked an emotional response.

[Idly, he looks for another starfish, and picks it out of the water carefully.]

[hischair]

[ Jim leans over to hold out his hands for the second starfish, so they can share them back and forth. ]

They were jerks. I wish I'd grown up on Vulcan with you, it would've been fun.

[logistical]

[Spock hands it over, and catches the third.]

You would have had difficulty with the cuisine.

[He appreciates the support, if belated.]

[hischair]

[ Chuckling. ]

Yeah, that would have been my downfall, you're right. I don't know how I would've survived without fishsticks, as a kid.

[logistical]

Or meat, for that matter.

[Don't mind him, he's musing aloud. He points out one last starfish.]

Appropriate?

[hischair]

Mm. I never thought you'd be this much fun when I first saw you at that hearing.

[ Three starfish: Targets Acquired. ]

[logistical]

[Well, then. Enough frolicking. He gets up and starts to move back to their sandcastle project.]

You rarely do. Think.

[Playful.]

[hischair]

You're getting sassier. [ Nudging him as they walk back to the sandcastle, he tries to push him off-balance. ] Maybe I should take disciplinary action.

[logistical]

[Excuse you he has perfect balance. He frowns slightly, and very subtly attempts to block Jim's foot so he'll trip a little.]

There are no Starfleet regulations regarding punishment for expressing one's honest opinion to one's commanding officer.

[hischair]

I could check with Janeway and find out if there's one lurking about in the future.

[ Whoa, wobbling a little. What a sneaky bastard! Time to start working on the placement of those starfish. ]