[ He wouldn't expect much less. After all, all states and matters of being aside, he is still much more cognizant than most of his peers would be under these conditions. Vulcan physiology is unique. It is just when one splices Humanity into it that it gets tricky. Well, trickier than usual. Vulcans are, unsurprisingly, very unwilling to delve into specifics regarding their anatomies, never mind their culture before Surak. It isn't to say that they won't do the latter, but—
Spock blinks. The cat upon his chest (her name being unknown to all, but those who would have dared to peer into his very detailed notes and Jim), also blinks. The cats that wind their way about Toph's legs continue to wind about her legs. His breath blooms before him, a cloud of condensation. It is weaker than a Human's, but no less present. He doubts that Toph should be able to feel it, but it is so that she should be able to feel the minute shift of musculature (parallel as he is to the ground) as he considers and finally (finally) arches one, dark brow.
(It takes precisely two point three one seconds longer than usual.) ]
Yes, [ he says, voice no different than usual to an unknowing ear. Toph, however, is very much aware of him and is indeed very much aware of his tics. He should say that she knows him better than most here, barring his own Captain(s). ] While I am not, as you say, "high" in the traditional sense, I am indeed experiencing a number of analogous side effects.
[ A pause. ] You are welcome to seek respite with us. I too should be returning momentarily.
[ And yet, he's not moving. He doesn't even seem to be thinking of moving.
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Spock blinks. The cat upon his chest (her name being unknown to all, but those who would have dared to peer into his very detailed notes and Jim), also blinks. The cats that wind their way about Toph's legs continue to wind about her legs. His breath blooms before him, a cloud of condensation. It is weaker than a Human's, but no less present. He doubts that Toph should be able to feel it, but it is so that she should be able to feel the minute shift of musculature (parallel as he is to the ground) as he considers and finally (finally) arches one, dark brow.
(It takes precisely two point three one seconds longer than usual.) ]
Yes, [ he says, voice no different than usual to an unknowing ear. Toph, however, is very much aware of him and is indeed very much aware of his tics. He should say that she knows him better than most here, barring his own Captain(s). ] While I am not, as you say, "high" in the traditional sense, I am indeed experiencing a number of analogous side effects.
[ A pause. ] You are welcome to seek respite with us. I too should be returning momentarily.
[ And yet, he's not moving. He doesn't even seem to be thinking of moving.
Okay. ]