James T. Kirk

A cat. This ship had a cat. Spock looked around to make sure he was not being observed, then crouched closer to her level and offered an extended finger in greeting.

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{...? dark-sweet?}

{sniffsniff}

{...!!!}

{not dark-sweet!}

{sniffsniff?}

{confused}

{looks like dark-sweet, smells very different}

{smells of blood and silence}

{dark hidden places}

{dark-blood}

{same-but-not-dark-sweet}

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She was very polite. He returned the courtesy, remained still and waited for her to come to a conclusion.

"Who are you, little cat?"

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{am Yontaya}

{own dark-sweet}

{why do you look like dark-sweet?}

{cautious finger nuzzle?}

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He liked cats. This black cat seemed to him to be a sign of good fortune.

"I am Spock. Though not the Spock you know, I think."

He carefully used his finger to offer scritching along the side of her chin.

Edited Date: 2009-11-01 07:00 pm (UTC)

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{hardly}

{does not smell bad}

{leeeaaaannn}

purrrrr.....

{you will take this thing off my head}

{nuzzzzzle}

{mine now}

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The flicker of emotion that crossed his face would have caught any observer other than Christopher by surprise. Though Tina might have expected it to some degree at this point.

The cautious chin rub moved to scratch behind her ears and remove the ridiculous hat she had obviously been coerced into wearing. Spock scoffed and examined the foot coverings that had to make walking and jumping and pouncing more difficult.

"As if you need a costume, beautiful kitten."

Edited Date: 2009-11-01 07:12 pm (UTC)

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{headshake!}

{ear flick}

{freedom!}

{thank you}

{like much}

{will enjoy owning you, yes}

purrrrrrrrrrr.....

{may continue to praise}

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She seemed pleased so he gently tugged the boots off of her paws as well.

"Such pretty claws, little one."

Spock moved to sit with his back to the wall. He offered her his lap.

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{this requires a good stretch}

{streeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetch!}

{clawclaw}

{streeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetch back legs}

{step onto offered lap}

{claw at strange material, lay down}

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This was pleasant. He smoothed a large, warm hand over her back from ears to the base of her tail.

And it was a logical point from which to survey the room. Yes, logic.

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{back ripple}

{feels like other hunter}

{smells like other hunter}

{want to know more}

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This was wrong on many different levels. First, his mirror was draped in red cloth that ticked off something at the back of his mind about Earth history. Second, that was his cat, and he was taking far too much undeserved pleasure in petting her.

So Spock walked over, hands folded neatly behind his back. He noticed the dagger, which is why he didn't take immediate action. The fact this was a public arena wouldn't stop his mirror (or him, for that matter, but he was determined to avoid violence for his own sake).

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{ears perk}

{dark-sweet!}

{stand, kneadknead}

{tail twitch}

{own dark-sweet}

{you look strange}

{what happened to your fur?}

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A final pet of the cat's soft fur and Spock moved his hands to his side, ready for defense if it should be necessary.

He looked up at his counterpart, impassive.

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The dagger and the safety of Yontaya stifled any instincts that tempted him to be something other than calm. The fact they were echoes at all in his thoughts spoke to the sabotage chocolate could commit, however subtle it was.

Spock sat down, not too far but not too close as to venture any sort of accidental touch. Then he simply leaned forward, his hand outstretched, and scratched Yontaya behind her ear where she sat.

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{mmm, missed dark-sweet}

{leeeeaaaan}

purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr....

{want catnip now!}

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They had not spoken since the away mission briefing - if one could call it a briefing.

There were many things he could say. He considered them and discarded them, one by one.

In the end, he resolved to simply pet the cat and see what this child-Spock would do now.

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There, that first opportunity to mock him -- it passed without any taunts. There was hope yet, if he remained diplomatic on his own side of this...conversation.

He continued to scratch Yontaya behind the ear, under the chin, communicating that she would get her catnip in due time.

"Have you enjoyed the festivities?"

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"Enjoyment was not the goal; however, it has largely been an acceptable distraction."

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Distraction. There couldn't be anything he needed a distraction for, given his lack of work. But he didn't pursue that line of questioning just yet.

"You have sampled the various desserts?" Spock allowed himself some idle curiosity as to whether they shared the same sweet tooth.

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