[ Ambassador, too, is what Jim had called him upon arriving here. He had found him among the clamor at the docks, among the cries of ship hands, and had taken him back to the home he'd staked out for himself in the interim. It was a modest walk-up apartment, banked toward the sea and painted in the colors that one should expect to see at the long stretches of North American shores. He could not recall when they finally rested, but the amount of information shared between - well.
For the moment, these details are neither here nor there. Instead, they slot into the background of the constant buzz that is Spock's mind, orderly as it is and as orderly as it might appear at the first brush of fingertips.
He cannot say is not relieved to see that even this iteration of Bones takes such a hard stance. It is a familiarity, a sort of preference in the spar. He'd had time to keep himself sharp, but some things - well, they're not the same. ]
Of the infractions the powers that be seem to interest themselves in, logic is not yet among them. [ He straightens his shoulders in response, dark eyes flicking down once to the growing stain upon his shirt before flitting back up again. Dryly, he appends: ] It appears all else shall continue to benefit while you yourself endure.
[ Even so, he did come through this way for a reason. Conversations with Jim aside, he would wonder if each part of the current scenario was addressed. He assumes it likely this will be part of a larger conversation at some point this evening, but in the meanwhile: ]
I was directed to show you current areas of interest, in the event I encountered you.
( Jim, bless his heart, was only thinking ahead; thinking like the solid Captain that he is. It's a thought that proves a bit more comforting than the reality, of not-their!Spock providing a sudden and unexpected grand tour of Aldrip.
Traitor, goes the petty little carping asshole in him.
Whatever, they're still technically on the beach, and he's not dealing with a sticky shirt any longer. Off it goes, wadded into a ball he waves sarcastically back at the festivities. )
I thought most of that was the current area of interest. I hear tell there'll be fireworks later.
( And because Bones is, in fact, secretly a fucking pushover who actually does want to know more about this bullshit place and the bullshit way they're running it, he turns as he passes Spock on the path back toward the walk-up. )
Come on, Jim's got a clean shirt I can borrow first.
[ He did so always try. If there was anything that the good Doctor and himself might agree upon in any universe, it was that Jim was a stellar Captain and equally stellar friend. While Spock might have made his connections known in ways quite alien to most of the crew, he has never had much doubt of its interpretation with Jim. With the rest?
Either way, Spock averts his eyes in deference to Human modesty as Bones subsequently partially disrobes, the suggestion that he might have loaned him the cardigan in his bag thought upon and summarily discarded. It would be logical to return to their quarters anyway. ]
Perhaps too much interest, [ Spock says, following after as though his ravings and heel-turn were entirely expected (they were within a 5% chance of error). ] I was under the impression that such celebratory incendiaries were considered common fare.
[ Spock tips his head, surveying this variant of Bones and matching it against known proportions of his own. He concludes after a moment of walking after that he and Jim both are approximately the same height, though their build varies. And so, matching strides with him, he follows up with: ]
Some. [ A beat. He nods, a slight and conclusive thing. ] The majority are long in the torso and sleeve.
[ Never mind what he's implying. He's going to veer toward the left in a moment, which is the shorter way back to the apartment. Keep up, Doctor. ]
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For the moment, these details are neither here nor there. Instead, they slot into the background of the constant buzz that is Spock's mind, orderly as it is and as orderly as it might appear at the first brush of fingertips.
He cannot say is not relieved to see that even this iteration of Bones takes such a hard stance. It is a familiarity, a sort of preference in the spar. He'd had time to keep himself sharp, but some things - well, they're not the same. ]
Of the infractions the powers that be seem to interest themselves in, logic is not yet among them. [ He straightens his shoulders in response, dark eyes flicking down once to the growing stain upon his shirt before flitting back up again. Dryly, he appends: ] It appears all else shall continue to benefit while you yourself endure.
[ Even so, he did come through this way for a reason. Conversations with Jim aside, he would wonder if each part of the current scenario was addressed. He assumes it likely this will be part of a larger conversation at some point this evening, but in the meanwhile: ]
I was directed to show you current areas of interest, in the event I encountered you.
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Traitor, goes the petty little carping asshole in him.
Whatever, they're still technically on the beach, and he's not dealing with a sticky shirt any longer. Off it goes, wadded into a ball he waves sarcastically back at the festivities. )
I thought most of that was the current area of interest. I hear tell there'll be fireworks later.
( And because Bones is, in fact, secretly a fucking pushover who actually does want to know more about this bullshit place and the bullshit way they're running it, he turns as he passes Spock on the path back toward the walk-up. )
Come on, Jim's got a clean shirt I can borrow first.
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Either way, Spock averts his eyes in deference to Human modesty as Bones subsequently partially disrobes, the suggestion that he might have loaned him the cardigan in his bag thought upon and summarily discarded. It would be logical to return to their quarters anyway. ]
Perhaps too much interest, [ Spock says, following after as though his ravings and heel-turn were entirely expected (they were within a 5% chance of error). ] I was under the impression that such celebratory incendiaries were considered common fare.
[ Spock tips his head, surveying this variant of Bones and matching it against known proportions of his own. He concludes after a moment of walking after that he and Jim both are approximately the same height, though their build varies. And so, matching strides with him, he follows up with: ]
Some. [ A beat. He nods, a slight and conclusive thing. ] The majority are long in the torso and sleeve.
[ Never mind what he's implying. He's going to veer toward the left in a moment, which is the shorter way back to the apartment. Keep up, Doctor. ]