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kirktasticAfter he had... spoken with, needed with, something with the elder Spock, brought him back to the city and got him settled, Kirk found himself feeling lost. At ends. Bones wasn't in their quarters, so he got rid of the clothing he had put back on after being in the house in the wilderness straight into the trash. He didn't want to bother with seeing it ever again and the memories it held.
He sat down nude in front of a console, discretely tucked away as if the Vulcans had decided to hide technology in their guest quarters. The ones he had with Bones were beautiful, with a private deck that spread out towards the ocean. It smelled like the ocean. He didn't care, right now.
He checked his messages, his lips twisting. Just a single new message from Jim, a reply to his own. Kirk's fingers hesitated, then he finally started typing.
Jim,
...If its the only thing I know right now, congratulations aren't in order.
JTK
He sent the message, then walked to the closet in the room. Some of their clothing was hanging in it, gold against blue, but Jim pushed that aside. He had seen them when he first came to the guest quarters. The long, beautiful robes that Jim had no idea what they were for, but he didn't care.
He pulled them from the closet and slid them around his body. The material was smooth, rich, and light. It was a deep blue with swirls of black, and folded across his chest. It took a few minutes to figure out the catches that laced it close. He shifted, almost smiling, before he walked barefoot out of his room through the private deck, and down towards the scrap of beach. It was beautiful, it reminded him of Risa.
...except he was alone.
(OOC: Since the SPrime thread hasn't ended, the beginning of this post may change in the future but it'll work for now!)
He sat down nude in front of a console, discretely tucked away as if the Vulcans had decided to hide technology in their guest quarters. The ones he had with Bones were beautiful, with a private deck that spread out towards the ocean. It smelled like the ocean. He didn't care, right now.
He checked his messages, his lips twisting. Just a single new message from Jim, a reply to his own. Kirk's fingers hesitated, then he finally started typing.
Jim,
...If its the only thing I know right now, congratulations aren't in order.
JTK
He sent the message, then walked to the closet in the room. Some of their clothing was hanging in it, gold against blue, but Jim pushed that aside. He had seen them when he first came to the guest quarters. The long, beautiful robes that Jim had no idea what they were for, but he didn't care.
He pulled them from the closet and slid them around his body. The material was smooth, rich, and light. It was a deep blue with swirls of black, and folded across his chest. It took a few minutes to figure out the catches that laced it close. He shifted, almost smiling, before he walked barefoot out of his room through the private deck, and down towards the scrap of beach. It was beautiful, it reminded him of Risa.
...except he was alone.
(OOC: Since the SPrime thread hasn't ended, the beginning of this post may change in the future but it'll work for now!)
