Date: 2009-08-15 04:43 am (UTC)
Spock in turn arched an eyebrow at him, but it was less out of confusion and latent annoyance that usually plagued the questioning look. This had more subtle amusement, knowing all the different layers of his words and which ones the other specifically meant. "Of course, Jim."

The combined effect of shore leave and Risa made anything possible. He was not going to be taken back by any of Jim's...unprofessional comments, especially when they were not working. Spock rolled the smaller towel into the larger one, tucked the bundle under his arm, grabbed the padd, slid it between his body and the towels. With his free hand, he then stuffed the regulator into his pocket and grabbed the two swimfins off the sand.

"I must return these supplies, if you will excuse me momentarily." He began to walk towards a cabana, stuffed with supplies of exactly what he was holding, against the mountain face, near the little slip between the rocks that led to other villas. Behind the table of the cabana stood a Risan couple, who were talking animatedly amongst themselves.
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